2.27

“He's not in our room,” Val groaned as I shut the door quietly.

“It’s not really our room anymore,” I argued with her, “We left, remember.”

“He left it the same,” she says in a giddy voice, “He wants it to still be our room.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up just yet. A lot has changed since then.”

“Yeah, you are a lot grumpier,” Val grumbles.

“You sure aren’t a bucket of sunshine anymore either, Val. You're crankier than me.” She also has a habit of acting on that anger now, but it would do no good to point that out. This isn’t really the time to remind her that she likes to tear the heads off my uncle’s warriors every time she gets mad.

Hurrying down the corridors, I decide to try Lachlan’s office next. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth thinking of going there, since that was the last place I saw him before I swam away. I saw him with that awful woman. That is not a memory I want to relive.

Turning the corner, I almost ran right into Jack.

“Whoa,” he held me steady, even tho