Morningside Cuesta ouska

A flicker of annoyance at Fiona's presence and the way she handed out orders in a way. But he said nothing. Biting his tongue. He shifted away from them all. Realizing he really needed to put up more walls between him and all of them. Perhaps he should go home for a time.

He thought again of poison and wondered if he could ask his mama what it was called. A tightening of his throat. He wanted to scream and run and leave. Cut ties and just run. But he stood in place. Heda refusing his help, fiona and Anselm staring at hin with gravity filled stares.

His eyes burned and he nodded. But said nothing. No more words.