Chapter 150: FRUSTRATION AND CHOICES

Edeline "That person!" I pulled at my hair, feeling frustration surge through me like a caustic acid. "Hey, Edeline, just take it easy!" I stopped in my tracks and shot Mirabelle a glare. "I can’t believe it, Mirabelle. I just can’t calm down when Tatiana went running to her 'daddy' to spill our secrets and beg him to take her back. It is just too much! Conor even suggested marking Percival, which is completely insane! They all need to leave, no doubt about it. They have to go." I crossed my arms and bobbed my head from side to side, my eyebrows raised in disbelief. Mirabelle plopped onto her bed, letting out a weary sigh. She had been released from Doc's just as our meeting—what I like to call the skeleton exhibit—was wrapping up. Now we were hanging out in her cabin, free from the healer who had been staying next to us since Anita had been sent down to the cellar. I glanced up quickly. "Oops." "What’s up?" Mirabelle asked, propping herself up on her elbows, a frown tugging at her lip