The next morning, or rather like three hours after I saw Beau, Mia and I leave our room. Mia is her bubbly old self, grinning so wide, dimples form in her plump cheeks. I look like the crypt keeper. I’m delusional with the lack of sleep. So much so that I run into someone in the hallway.
“s**t, sorry,” I grumble. I’m expecting the gruff bark of Archer or something sarcastic from Beau but I hear neither.
“Oh, don’t worry!”
My eyes widen as I realize the person I ran into is a girl. I rub my eyes and look up at the person in front of me. She’s beautiful looking with bright blue eyes and fiery red hair. It’s swept off her face and I can see the high arches of her cheekbones. She’s smiling at me which is the oddest thing I’ve ever seen in this house. I rub my eyes again, convincing I’m mak
