"I am astounded by the amount of sheer stupidity inside that little head of yours," Carlisle remarked as he leaned his back against the Blackpink- poster- infested walls. "You don't have a single thought behind those eyes, do you, Kaylene?"
Much as I hated to admit, Carlisle was right. If there would be a goddess or a deity of stupidity, it would be me. Kaylene Strongheart, the Patron Saint of the Dimwitted. Tuesday would be my holiday.
After meeting with the Minister, I had bolted out of his office to give Viel a call. He hadn't answered, so I just sent him a text message in hopes that he would respond within an hour. Nothing left to do, and nowhere to go, I had found myself drifting toward Carlisle's room. He was lounging on his bed listening to his Spotify playlist of Korean Pop songs
