Maisie
I hated this place. I hated everything.
I'd hardly been able to catch a wink of sleep last night, having spent most of it tossing and turning, sobbing and screaming into my pillow at the unjust feeling in my chest and wondering if the Lycans were giving me the silent treatment because of what I'd said in the infirmary, considering the only words I'd gotten out of any of them that night was from Soren, who shoved a tray at my face.
"Eat."
He didn't even look at me when he said it. None of them did.
And when I'd asked about Quinlan, I'd gotten a noncommittal, "He'll be fine."
I wanted to leap out the window and go check on him. But at the thought of finding Tessa there, doting on him, loving up to him, I balked and hid under the covers like an idiot.
And of course, because I was a crazy person, I used my ninja skills and snuck into the infirmary anyway. I didn't find him there.
