Soren
I knew Maisie. And in the end, that was all that mattered.
She could never have written something so hateful. She didn't even know how to hate people.
The Queen shook her head and grabbed Maisie's school books.
Every page she flipped onto had notes at the bottom on how to break the bond. Her most recent classes had started off with class notes and broken off to Philip Gruer's research on breaking bonds.
We'd all studied him in our first year. His mad thoughts. His methods. It was all scribbled down madly in her books. Exploring the lines of death. Shock therapy. Inducing comatose states to simulate death experiences.
Had she been that eager to end things that she began looking for ways to die?
"She's been desperate to severe the bond. This much, you can't deny," the Queen said, her voice sinking deeper than it should've.
