Elsa's POV
I've never thought of myself as capable of murder, but perhaps I should have. I'm this close to grabbing a pen from this table in front of me and slashing the throat of this i***t who just won't stop saying nonsense.
But that would be messy, and I would have too many questions to answer, and I would be punished at the end of all that drama.
Besides, I'm supposed to accompany Ian on an errand today, and I got my nails done just this morning. It would be a waste to ruin them with the blood of fools.
So I'm forced to continue sitting still and listening to this waste of space and oxygen as he goes on and on about how finding Peterson is not of great importance.
"I know you're acting as her representative," he says, "and to be honest, Miss, I really don't think you should be do
