"My name is Guinevere Snow. Keep my secret to your grave, Owen Greyson. If not, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth." There! I finally told someone about my identity. Not only that, the someone is Owen Greyson. The one guy that met me accidentally when I was out doing the drill that Henry assigned to me. I sighed in content and pushed Owen away from me so I could get out and call it a night. Wait a second. Now that I think about it, does Owen have clothes with him? I don't think I have ones that could fit him. "Owen, you can stay here and sleep, but do you have extra clothes because I don't have any for you." He shrugged his shoulders. What's that supposed to mean? "I'll sleep in my boxers, it's fine. I'll go and get things from the house while Violet isn't around to kick me out again
