Frustration makes me clench my fists so hard, my fingernails bite into my palms. I shouldn’t let it bother me that the thrax judge me based on my tail, but damn it, it totally does bother me.
Adair walks across the ballroom floor, making a beeline for Lincoln and me. The Dungeon Knights march stiffly on either side of her. I remember how badass and agile the Knights were when we captured Adair. Now, they move with the same clunky movements as the Durus.
Huh.
Adair must be puppeteering folks, but it looks like her control skills are rather clumsy. A happy-sneaky feeling lightens my tummy, like the day I snagged two of my ghoul-teachers making out on the sly and thought…This little bit of info may come in handy one day.
As Adair saunters closer, more and more thrax part before her. Some
