se

very boring, dry week. Ryder hasn't even come

looking for a new Quee

kidnapping

nding on my back. I crawl over to the b

ut it always cracks me up. I've read it once already this w

s a mess. Feathers everywhere wit

like that. I hope they lov

huc

n my prison. He's skinny and has brown eyes, and hai

ng around the room, eyes wide, avoi

you looking

look, touch, and

?" I ask starti

sing is his gang member to treat me like I'm a disease.

, right under his neck, c

?" I whisper into his ear, I see a fai

cu

" He says, stuttering. I s

not that bold. Plus,

e tries to compose himself. I ch

ns the door and I step in the room. Black and white walls surround me with a black desk,

ou, Rose." He

en't you found someone to rep

ing anywhere u

ally don'

my escort. I turn to look to the side of me where he stands, lean

r." He states, s

op looking at her." He says, raising his

m for looking at me? He ne

t back down so we can talk." I say crossing my arms and

ok back at my escort,

" he starts but is

the room promptly. I go to sit in on

re done being dramatic?"I ask,

ur