Arella’s POV
I was going crazy!
That or I would be the first person to die from boredom. Going from having my day filled with birthday party planning to having absolutely nothing to do, was killing me in ways I couldn’t even imagine.
Talking about brain rot!
The day had dragged on endlessly, and I was bored out of my mind, practically climbing the walls with boredom. My guns were spotless, every screw and mechanism gleaming from meticulous care. I’d devoured an entire book and flipped through two more, but in the end, I’d been unable to focus. I even contemplated reorganizing Zane’s room just to have something – anything! – to do.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I’d snapped at Tiny when my fingers had been itching to rearrange Zane’s wardrobe. But the chameleon had given me a dirty look
