Aderyn's POV
"Now speak up!" I said as I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor.
"Why are you so impatient?" Dylan complained as he styled his hair using his hand. I looked at him through the mirror and then glared at him.
"Yeah! Yeah! Your hair is perfect already. Leave it and will you answer my questions now?" I asked as I waited for him to speak.
"Oh shut up already." I heard him mutter and I stomped my feet.
"Fine!" I gave up and turned back walking out of his room, means my room.
"What will you have for Breakfast Lu- uh Aderyn?" Greta asked and I gave her an incredulous look.
"So, now you are asking what to make for breakfast? You never asked me before so why now?" I questioned.
She stood quietly waiting for my reply.
"Fine! Make whatever you want" I said as I walked towards the living room and sat on the sofa leaning against it and closed my eyes.
"How is your leg?" I heard Dylan's voice after some minutes.