She wants Sheryl Lancaster hiding in the shadows to see clearly, her little schemes are no longer effective. If she brings Luna Lancaster here, wouldn't she be eager to show up?
Lowering her head, Melody Thorne's small hand was held tightly by Jared Quinn, his strong fingers kneading. "Since your brain is so bright, tomorrow's Valentine's Day arrangements will be handed over to you."
His deep voice flowed slowly like a cello. Melody Thorne found it somewhat headache-inducing; how would she know how to arrange things? She's busy, okay?
"My brain cells are overworked, and I'm suddenly having a headache," Melody Thorne said, holding her forehead with one hand.
"It's decided then," Jared Quinn stood up. "Unless you can satisfy me tomorrow, otherwise your freedom, your independence, all will be taken back."
"Jared Quinn, you're cheating," Melody Thorne maliciously opened her mouth and bit his back.
