Nila Quill
"He what?!" Violet's voice echoed through the mainframe. "Oh, I'll wring his neck!" Violet shot out of her chair, but Clover pulled her back down.
"No, let's not make this any worse than it already is, Nila. I'm so sorry." Clover scooted next to me, putting her arm over my shoulder.
"God, I feel so stupid! I slept with the man who murdered my lover!" I felt nauseated again. "Oh god-"
"Sit, sit, don't get up your way too upset." Clover insisted. "I'm going to make you some tea stay here, okay?" I nodded. Even though Clover was about the same age as me, she was more of a mother to this household. Honestly, she was probably more mature than anyone in this house.
"I can't believe that rat bastard," Violet said while she searched through the trunk of weapons.
"What are you doi
