Maisie
"Did you hear?" Jenny panted beside me as we ran the ninth lap around the yard, closing in on the rest of the group in the training grounds, our black combat gear looking moody in the morning light. "There's been another red alert. Phillip Gruer escaped the Council's prison last night."
"Really?" I asked, slowing my jog effortlessly to a stop.
Sure, I had spent the evening before Quinlan came up to my room wiping away all evidence of my 'crime', but there wouldn't be a crime if I never admitted to it.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
The air tickled my bare skin, sliding up from my neck to my hair like a lover's cool fingers. I hadn't broken a sweat, and my heartbeat was steady.
Regina looked half-dead as she collapsed onto the grass, hands and legs spread wide as she glanced up at me. "You know, I really could use some of your Lycan genes right now. Warren is the devil." She wiped the sweat out of her eyes. "Juliette looks real peachy this morning."
