Suri Nightingale
As soon as I get back home–I mean, to the lair, because this is not home–I run to the elevator to get up to my room.
I wanted to get started on the stuff we had to take home for some of the classes, such as reading material for English Literature, memorizing three formulas for math, and familiarizing ourselves with environmental analysis.
But mostly, I just wanted to be left alone. Escape in my own mind and not have to worry about the fear of being cornered and intimidated by one of the brothers again.
“Suri.”
Shit. I quickly realized my wishes weren’t going to be fulfilled as easily as I thought it would be when I heard my name get called just as I was seconds from reaching the elevator.
Note to self: Find a different route that could possibly be less exposed a
