I open my eyes again and stare at the ceiling, trying not to sniff back the confusion too audibly, unable to wipe the tears from my face for fear of waking my sister. Last night, after we were dismissed, Cecily and Delilah took me to the kitchen again (it seems to be the general point of comfort in the house); an invitation was extended to the esteemed Miss Von Hagt as well, but she refused, her pallor still somewhat wasted after the uncertain incident of Dimitri’s disapproval. Of course she would not admit to be being shaken, rather she sneered and muttered a near-audible exclamation against our unwanted company. It seemed acceptable. None of us wanted her there anyway. We spoke for, what felt like, hours about everything, Dimitri, Melinda, and Levi. Whom they warned me about. They said I shouldn’t trust him. Apparently he has a way of getting to you at your worst. I’m just not sure what to think I remember receiving unnaturally acute glances from Delilah as Cecily made hot chocolate, brewed step-by-step in that irritatingly fastidious way she used to make it when we were little girls.
What do You think about The Key (Sanguinem Emere)?
