I wish I could write that I woke up in a bed—whether the bed was at home with Jeremy or in the bedroom of Seth's cabin amounts to nothing. Unfortunately when I am coming to there are people whispering, gasping, crowding around me. I can feel the heat from their bodies, the texture of their clothing, the smell of breaths. The people who had been restraining me let me fall for whatever reason. I do not care enough to analyze.
"Move!" Seth yells, then more ferociously: "MOVE!"
The people around me scatter. Seth comes into view. My vision is funny. I squint. He yells at everyone to go home. The execution is over. The show is over. There is nothing left to see here, people. My mate, your leader—your Luna—is an absolute wuss. She's got a soft stomach. Some lilies growing in her liver. Cut he
