August Leone Vitale
I ran my tongue over my upper teeth, tracing the smooth metal of my braces. With my arms crossed over my chest, I absentmindedly held a bar of chocolate—one from the stash Mavis had given me.
She told me it was from my so-called frog admirers. Harsh, but not exactly wrong.
I had been waiting outside the HQ for a while now, and my mind couldn't help but wander. What exactly were Mavis and Fifth talking about in there? What was so important that I had to be left out of it?
Fifth and Red... they're actually the same. And by the same, I mean both of them are mysteries to me—unreadable, unreachable, like shadows that slip through my fingers the moment I try to understand them.
Red is a girl—one you don't dare to stare at for too long.
There's something about her, somet
