“Are you staying the night?” Dax asked as the clock hit midnight. “It’s late.”
“No. I should get back home.” I yawned, stretching out my arms. “I haven’t seen my room in months and I heard they’re making some really good soup for me.”
“The molds in your room are gone. I checked.” He says while staring up at me from the bed. He had made himself comfortable in a bed that was far too small for him. His long legs were hanging over the ledge, his arms falling on the sides. “The air is safe to breathe now.”
I rolled my eyes. Again, with the seven different kinds of mold on my walls. “The air was always safe to breathe.”
“It was toxic, Anna.” He scoffs, sitting up and yawning as well. “Let me walk you out. The other contenders are still drinking.”
“No. I’ll sneak out through a window or some
