EMMALINE
Novena will be here any minute now and the anxiety is eating me. It's late afternoon already, and I’m at the end of my nerves. The room I’m in is still part of Phobos’s chambers, a large sitting room of golds and blues. Phobos is still here strangely, considering he would rather have me dead than be in a room longer than he needed to be with me. He is dressed casually. The most casual I’ve ever seen him in anything. Blue jeans rolled up at the ends and a white tee-shirt that hugs his bulging muscles like a glove. His golden white hair tied up while he lounges on a blue couch reading a book with a red cover and angry black letters. I know he can feel the tension stiffening my body, but he calmly chills there without a care in the world. While my whole world has changed in a matter
