11
Myla
An hour later, I stand inside the Ryder mansion in Purgatory. The sign before me reads, Senator Cissy Frederickson. The muffled tones of my best friend’s voice echo through the closed door.
Taking in a long breath, I organize my thoughts. Cissy and I had an agreement about BAEJS. It was secret, yet she blabbed. My inner wrath demon is not happy. And that’s the same power which takes down Class A monsters in seven seconds or less, so I need to chill out here.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Calm down, Myla.
Only trouble is, this breathing-stuff isn’t working. My nervous system still zings with electric rage.
Eh. f**k it.
I push open the door so hard, it slams against Cissy’s office wall.
There, that felt good.
Inside I find a large square room whose walls are covered wi
