Verity went the colour of Mac’s Ruby Woo and I don’t actually remember the rest of what she said because my blood was pounding in my head so hard that it clouded coherency. All I could feel was rage, that they had the ability to take my dream and warp it whilst having the audacity to ask me to put my name on it. All I remember is that I interrupted Verity with a bark of laughter, and a ‘No.’
