"Janice."
Carter said my name with no emotion in his voice, his face a blank space with his golden eyes dull and tired.
"What?" I barely looked up at him from my chair at the desk in our room.
"I have it," he still spoke in a flat tone, and it was then that I noticed how bloodshot his eyes were.
I shook my head and closed the cover of the book I was reading, "When is the last time you slept? You are acting like a damn scarecrow. Do you remember what emotions are?"
"This is not the time for a lecture. Would you please just listen?" He sounded annoyed.
It wasn't the emotion I exactly wanted to hear in his voice, but anything was better than his monotone slurs.
"There. Was that so hard?"
He stared at me, deciding whether or not he should be angered at my lack of interest. "Can you jus
