Kirby
He walked home quietly, constantly rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. His mother would be in a terrible mood, he was sure.
The house stood before him. His dad's car was parked at the garage.
"This is the end of my life. This is the end of my dream of going to Yale."
What was he even going to say? He couldn't tell a convincing lie even if a gun was pointed at his head.
The neighbours across seemed to be having a party. "Coloured lights, loud music, many people trooping in and out - yeah, definitely a party."
He climbed the step
Andon
What could possibly be wrong with Yeren? He had feared the coming of the blood moon would bring back things better left buried.
His feet couldn't carry him to the King's chambers fast enough.
Not himself? How bad could it have gotten in such a short time? Hadn't he just spoken to the King not long ago?
He was on the verge of breaking into a run when he arrived at the landing.
