“Not all.”
I blinked and turned around, tense. How long had Luther been standing behind me for?
“What are you doing in here?” I demanded angrily, my tone a little sharper than I intended.
“I want to make sure you don’t go around telling the others about this morning,” he warned.
I scoffed. “What’s the matter? Afraid that they’ll think that you like me?”
“No. It’s more of being aware that you might end up causing a revolt. They don’t like human on their best days - and they don’t like you at all.”
“Not my problem,” I scorned. I dried my hair, and sighed. I needed more coffee. The one from earlier had worn off, and I could feel my patience — what patience I had was waning.
“It will be a problem for the both of us. So, keep it quite.”
“I am certain that Stanis would already have told
