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Elijah: According to her chart, she’s fine. Isobel: Do you have cameras inside my room? Elijah: Unfortunately, no.
Elijah was intimidating and cold, and she didn’t know how to approach him on the best of days, let alone a day when he was tense and glaring holes through everyone. And Gabriel was no easier, being so particular about hygiene and personal space. She was almost trembling with nerves as she hesitantly moved her hands from her own legs to theirs. It was awkward and clumsy, but at least they had stopped snapping at each other. Elijah grabbed her hand, drawing it over his lap and lacing his fingers with hers. “Smart girl,” he muttered,
This was taking a lot for her to make such demands of them, and he felt a swell of pride that he had no right to feel. He didn’t make her this way. She was incredibly adaptable.
Elijah wasn’t about to admit it, but he stared at her like every flutter of her long, dark brown lashes was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen—which
Gabriel looked at her like she was one of his precious notebooks and he was barely controlling the urge to stack her onto his desk where she belonged, erecting a ten-foot wall around her so that nobody else could contaminate her.
He was holding his tongue for the exact same reason everyone else was holding their tongue. Because the urge to ask her if she was also off limits was too strong.
Moses’ voice spoke to the group in Isobel’s mind. I never thought I would say this, but I hope Niko dies a long and painful death, and I hope I’m there to witness it.
“You were so much cuter when you were afraid of me,” Bellamy grumbled. “You were never cute.” She smiled at him sweetly. He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “The poll conducted by Vouge Online last week would thoroughly disagree with you.” Isobel rolled her eyes. “You mean Teen Vogue?”
Moses: Remind me never to disobey Mikki. Cian: Pretty sure he would just beat you up, Moses. Moses: I’m not willing to take the chance. Mikel (admin): Shut up, Moses. Moses: Don’t come after my orifices! Mikel gave Moses’s message a thumbs-up, and Isobel snorted, shaking her head.
And before you ask, the answer is no. I will not help you kill yourself. You made your very wide bed and now you have to sleep with everyone inside it.
Sophia: Luis hates them. He calls Anatoly Butthead and Alexei Buttface. Together, they’re the Butttwins. Isobel: Luis has taste.
