Dusty wanted to be alone. He walked into the room he was given in Drangar and he decided to lay in the bed all day. He didn’t know what to think or how to act on it, but he knew what he wanted. Right now, he wasn’t going to act out on his anger when he dealt with Hilda. Dusty rested on the bed and closed his eyes. As he was trying to get some sleep, a knock came on the door.
“What?” Dusty asked.
The door opened and dusty sighed as he could see Hilda from the corner of his eye.
“Can I keep you company?” She asked him.
“We should be getting ready for the wedding.”
“I know, but, I wanted to talk to you before anything.”
Dusty sat up and turned to where his feet were now touching the floor. He cracked his neck and turned his eyes up at Hilda.
“What?”
“I say we don’t go on with the we
