“Payback is a bitch,” I nodded, looking out to the small group of people that was growing by the second; each person one of our guards, spies, and belonged underneath Emrys’ and I’s authority. 

“That was hella stressful,” Ostana blew out a deep breath, wiping the dry sweat from her forehead, and adjusting her blush pink wrap around her noodle strapped shoulders; her matching blush pink dress was long enough to kiss her white sandal covered feet, complimenting her silver pearl earrings and light make up.  

“I thought you said talk,”  “I did talk,” 

The books in front of me did little to ease my anxiety. Northern Whispers is what Emrys went out to fight, or so that’s what the ladies of the court were talking about all through dinner, and me being me, I decided to research wha

 “Why the hell do you wanna know about that?” Arrow chuckled towards me, his eyes never leaving his poetry book in front of him; he was sprawled out in his a tee-shirt and jeans that were complimented by a pair of boots atop one of the library’s leather couches.