Evelyn
Despite the generous batch of serotonin Alexander gave me by f*****g me senseless not twenty minutes ago, my mood is taking a sharp nosedive as I face the reality of finding him someone to replace me. It’s a depressing reminder that I need to get out of here anyway.
I try to be subtle about the way I’m mentally mapping every inch of the palace and the different routes to escape while I walk with Alexander’s Gamma, David, to his office. We’ve been instructed to brainstorm different ways to run the Prospective Luna meetings since the current process clearly isn’t working.
I follow David into a small office that looks out onto the Royal Gardens, a view that is extremely familiar. Meaning it’s not useful to me in planning my escape.
Apparently, the annoyance is written all over my
