Huxley's pov
Call it what you want, but I know when something bad is about to go down. You can almost hear it in the air. Taste, smell it. The sense of danger that can not be avoided. But I should have known the person who would start this, has a name that starts with the letter R.
Rose was annoyed, the understatement of the century. She was freaking mad. She was prepared to fuckin murder Penelope. And honestly, I was ready to step up and defend my lady. The only issue is that Penelope was ready for her. Rose yanked the arrow out of her arm, and knocked her friend off her. She ran after Penelope, and we stood up. Prepared to step in line when she tackled Penelope.
But I've never seen the expression of pure murderous intent fit into someone's features the way it did for penelope.
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