Fiona
“They’re fighting again,” Daphne said quietly as she sat cross-legged on her bed. “And you’re hiding down here because you don’t want to even be on the same floor as them. You can’t feel the fighting because you’re not bonded with them. You can’t hear the fighting because they’re being very creepy and quiet about it. So that means you’re not hiding from them because of the fighting.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Maybe I’m not hiding.”
“Oh, you’re definitely hiding. I’m not that interesting, and you’ve been in my room every evening until you can barely keep your eyes open.”
“You’re very interesting!” I gasped. “You’ve traveled. Practically across the country! And you’re my friend. You’re my friend at a time in my life when I’m just learning to have friends, so maybe I’m being a little cli
