“Don’t smile, Morpheous! She’s flattering you to distract you from the fact she just broke all the rules of our universe. This time, we get answers, January Violet Carmine,” Arion goes on, getting louder and slightly more frantic. “The vampire hasn’t panicked like that since…I think he was mortal. He’s not himself right now,” Emit mumbles, but then he glares over at me.
