Atalanta nodded in agreement. "Come on," she said, beckoning them to follow. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" She took off for the mansion with Priam, who had expected as much, at her heels.Iris smirked, responding "I'm taking that as a win for me." She added in a less competitive tone, "But this was fun. I would be up for this another day."
Victor turned as she walked away, clearly distressed. He didn't want to upset her, but he let her go. He was confident that they didn't have to be killers, and that most of them weren't. He stood up and headed to his room. He would try to write some poems, he was now inspired from his former conversation.
(Do the kids have free on the weekends?)
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Emily watched the exchange from the line. She was absorbed in trying to hear what was being said, only to be broken out of the reverie when a student behind her tapped her shoulder to get moving.
Lucy dropped her backpack on the floor near a closet door, then shifted and went scrambling up to the exposed rafters above. She still had a few minutes till she needed to be at her first class, so she decided to take every minute to sit by herself. Yes, she liked people, Victor especially, but this wasn't normal. It wasn't and could never be. What was Ioan thinking; they were all a lost cause.