"No. Really?" If an eye roll could be audible, Dia's would have been. "Please, tell me something I don't already know. I'm sure all phone calls are being recorded and there are probably bugs in several places in our home. And those would just be the mundane ways to snoop. There are probably also several magical ways in place. You guys are usually pretty thorough. Heaven forbid you miss any chance to get information that could be used to your advantage."

Dia's being rude now and he knows it, but he can't bring himself to care. There is something stirring around inside of him. Something that is dark, angry, and tired of being jerked around.

Something that if he thought about it, might feel scarily familiar. It's probably a good thing he doesn't.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was you guys who are screwing around with my journal as well. The freedom you've given us is a shame after all."