"I'm coming," he agreed and the relief I felt at those words surprised me. Hadn't I hated him not so long ago? Hadn't I gladly cursed him with the power of the moon? I didn't really know what to make of my attachment to Mason Cain, but I also didn't have the time to analyse it too closely right now. So as he tossed his lollypop stick in the trash and followed us out into the corridor, I buried my smile and set my focus on our destination. We needed to find Roary and Sin. And then we seriously needed to focus on getting the fuck out of here - however the hell we were going to manage that now.
GOOD!
