Maisie
Apparently, once you got past the novelty of being stuck in a room filled with the highest powers in Ashbourne--save for the Queen--it swiftly became boring as hell.
Turned out there were no different from students in a classroom, arguing over every littl detail.
I tried not to yawn as Derek prattled on about infrastructural changes, financing, and what nots.
Randall's nose hadn't stopped bleeding. Quite often, he tossed a used tissue in the trash, going for another.
His face was red as pumpkins and very often, I felt his glare on the right side of my face. When I turned to meet his stare, he averted his gaze, looking pinker than before.
Now that my anger was most drained, dropping me right back into the state of almost depression as I began thinking of Mercer again, I almost felt bad for the human. He wouldn't heal. Not for another week. I was sure I'd broken something.
