Atwood
After my incident with Ruby the night before, I decide to spend my Sunday working in my study. However, with my condition worsening as rapidly as it has been, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to focus on my work.
Edith suddenly prancing into my study doesn’t make focusing any easier. She’s been practically stuck to me like glue since she got here, and it’s only gotten worse since I pulled Ruby out of school that day. I suspect that my mother has something to do with this, but I’ve been polite nonetheless.
“Good morning, Lycan Atwood,” Edith says with a little curtsy. She wears a short pink dress with ruffles around the neck, thigh high white socks, and a pair of heels. She looks like a silly pinup girl.
“Morning, Edith,” I say coldly, averting my gaze back to my
