Evangeline sighed, her head throbbing from a splitting headache. She wasn't sure if it was the five hours of being questioned by the academy—having every bit of information pried out of her by sly professors—or if it was just the weight of her abundant mental stress.
She'd been subjected to a physical examination first, then a mental one. And strangely enough, it wasn't her own volatile mental state that had shocked her.
No—it was Damon's.
She'd seen his mental health evaluation results, and they were... unbelievable, to say the least.
If he had been diagnosed with a serious mental illness, Evangeline would have nodded solemnly and accepted it. But no… it had been the opposite.
Damon Grey was completely and utterly mentally sound.
In fact, the academy had run his tests multiple times just to be sure. Each result came back the same—he was perfectly sane.
Too sane, even.
"Looks like he won't be needing a mental health quartermaster… that's so unfair."
