The bulky man hands the papers to each one of us. The instant the edge of the paper nudges my fingertips, a prickling sensation hurtles through me, making my body fidget. Another werewolf in white, a woman with a clean-shaved head, hands each one of us a pen. The moment the pen lands on my hand, my hand trembles. Soon after, someone from behind me says,
“One hour starts now.”
Concurrent scribbling noises as the tips of the pens kiss the surfaces of the papers echo. Those noises fidget me more.
Relax, Marguerite! You got this!
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm down my riffling nerves. When my eyes open, they inadvertently slant at the screen in front of me and Prince Giannis is staring back at me. I’m not sure if it’s me he’s really looking at, but that’s how I fe
