(Mylay's POV)
"I hate him; I hate him, I hate him!" I yelled out while pacing my room. "How dare he threaten to throw me back into the dungeons? He is pure evil!" my mind was racing, and my blood was boiling. I had finally decided to pack my bags and go on the run as a fugitive. Screw this pack and screw that trial. I'm leaving! While in the middle of my angry thoughts, I heard a knock on the bathroom door, then Lucy and Misha appeared in my room.
"Hey," they both said hesitantly. "Umm, why are you packing a bag? Are you going somewhere?" Lucy asked while she and Misha sat on my bed. I didn't say anything as I just continued to shove random things into my bag. Misha walked up behind me, grabbed my arms, and asked, "Did something happen, Mylay?" It had been a while since I had a good cry
