Grace
I didn't see Kent for the rest of the morning. The chair in my room was cold when I finally rolled out of bed, and the room felt different. I wondered what had happened while I was asleep. My arm felt stiff so I did a few careful stretches before I went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat, but I didn't get past the hallway.
Rook was leaning against the wall outside my room. He looked like he had been waiting for me. He didn't have Jinx’s easy grin or Kent’s heavy, magnetic presence. Rook just looked sharp, like a piece of flint that was waiting for a reason to spark.
He was the only rider who didn't seem to like me and made it very known with his cold expression whenever we crossed paths. The other riders, although cautious, were always polite and there was Jinx who
