The pen taps against the table.
"If I may..." My hand shoots up.
"You may not, Darius."
He chuckles slightly.
"I was simply-" My hand covers his mouth.
"No!" I narrow my eyes at him, watching the humour on his face. Dropping my hand, his mouth opens, and I groan.
"That's a new one for me, been physically silenced." He sits amused, and I try not to get dragged in, but I laugh. My mind goes back to what Maze had explained to expect. Quickly pushing it from my mind, I go back to thinking about the event.
That's it!
Writing it, I turn the paper to Darius. He looks at me and smiles. "It's been a while since one was held here. It's an amazing idea. The Rites Of Passage, however, you need to decide on an age group for the participants."
"Could I not do like thirteen to eighteen? Then spl
