"There are as many loves as there are hearts." - Leo Tolstoy
Tedious days filled with hard work dragged into weeks before I could successfully say that I had learnt the necessary skills to survive in my new home. I had been forced to accept Wyatt as a frie-acquaintance after he made it very clear that whatever information uttered in my bedroom would stay under its confined walls. The apparent nuisance was also a surprisingly good listener and it helped in turning someone whom I would've ordinarily described as an irritating mosquito into a mildly friendly vampire.
I took a case up with Headmistress Eliza, appalled that she would knowingly send me into the sleazy claws of the devil himself. But the woman seemed to be a lot more interested in the fact that I had made some sort of immense p
