Seeing no point in staying in my room—especially now that Nyx had shut me out—I crawl out of bed and leave. Besides, my stomach is growling, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday.
I wander through the corridors and down the stairs in a daze. Sure, Nyx gave me more information... but all it did was leave me more confused. Sometimes I wonder if she does it on purpose, because tell me why I always end up more confused after having a talk with her?
She gets so cryptic sometimes—dropping puzzle pieces, shrouding everything in mystery—and I hate it. I hate not having answers. I hate being confused. I hate being kept in the dark. I hate that she’s feeding me crumbs.
But I also can’t push her. I know her well enough to know that will make her retreat further from me, and I can’t have
