Maryanne's pov
I didn't feel any better after messing up Lucas's perfectly lined up towels. His nonchalant face was so disturbingly unbothered that I wanted to flung myself out of the warship and never come back again.
Unfortunately that would only lead to more problems, for example : me dying without having my revenge.
So I sucked it up like a soldier and marched out of the tempting spring room that now held bad memories of choking water in my lungs. Lucas didn't follow me nor did he tried to call me back, he better not.
My baby dragon was still curled up, now under the bed where it was freezing cold. The area around him was charcoal and little specks of ashed carpet flew when he breathed out.
I smiled and patted his head. Good boy.
I picked up my dirty clothes and piled them i
