It doesn’t go well. I can hear them yelling from where I sit. Trystan is back, looking like a spring daisy. He arches an eyebrow at me. “What?” “Are you nocturnal, or one of those weird people that thrives on two hours of sleep?” I’m slumped back in my chair with a nauseous headache, propping up my face with my hand. Otherwise I’d be lying on the floor, since it started to look comfy a few hours ago. Trystan looks uncomfortable and absentmindedly touches the ring under his shirt. I get it. “Ah, you’re neither, which means you’re mental too. Welcome to the club.” He chortles and presses his fingers to his temples and seems to relax again. No one speaks and I keep wondering the same question. I know I shouldn’t ask it, but I do anyway. “Mel?” “Yeah?” she says from the floor. Her arm is over her face and she’s lying flat on her back. “What’d it feel like?”
What do You think about The Arrangement Anthology?
