227 A Single Chance to Kill Her

He was wearing a towel and looked no more than ten years old. "Nefasky! You stupid girl," he shouted at her and threw a stick from his collection at her. "I have just come from taking bath. Why have you entered in my room? Didn't I tell you to stay away yesterday?"

That was Nefasky's ten year old brother. His parents had given him a puppy as a pet that they had brought from the human realm who was lying on his bed with his tummy upwards. The child was under the impression that a wand is made out of the finest wood and so he collected lots of them.