Triam
Triam didn’t like this. He stared at the Fallen’s so-called uncle. He sat in the library with the two girls next to him. He found him to be utterly suspicious. Where the f**k did he come from? Fallen had been alone for so long none of them showed up. Why now?
Triam asked that very question. “Why did you come now?”
The uncle turned away from Fallen and looked at him, because, of course, he had his eyes on her the whole time.
It was f*****g creepy. There was something off about him and his minions. Fallen’s eyes looked creepy on him too. Triam shook his head because he’d found them to be creepy before, but now when he looked at Fallen he felt differently because he saw her, he knew she was there. It was a glimpse of her very soul.
It was so strange.
The uncle turned back to
