~Hannah’s Point of View~
“Happy birthday toooo yooooou,” everyone sings, as Scarlett grins for all she’s worth and blows out her candles.
Everyone claps as the Luna begins to cut the cake and pass it out. The music starts up again and I want nothing more than to go to my room, take off all this stuff that has no place on my body and have a hot bath.
I can’t even think about trying to leave tonight. I’m too mentally spent. If cats have nine lives, I’m certain I must have a hundred but I’m not naive enough to think they’ll last forever. If Pax hadn’t been there to defend me tonight, I have no doubt I’d be behind bars.
Rogues don’t believe in luck, we believe in ourselves. I’ve often had the uncanny ability to get myself out of sticky spots … but getting out of Nightwind alive seems to b
