CHAPTER 62

  Raleigh:

  "You look angry."

  "I'm not angry."

  "Furious?"

  "No."

  "Vexed?"

  "No."

  "Annoyed?"

  "No!" Lucien stopped pacing abruptly and I swirled to face him in his spinning chair. Glee sparkled in my eyes, my amusement to his obvious nervousness overt. He glared at me.

  "Ha-ha. So funny." He continued to pace again. "You find my suffering hilarious, huh?"

  I hummed, tossing a pen up in the air and catching it. "Sure do," I said. "Why are you so nervous, then? What's up?"

  Lucien snarled, agitated. "It's today, and I have no idea what I have to do." He growled.

  I frowned. "Do you need to know what today is? It's Saturday." I deadpanned.

  Lucien rolled his eyes. "I know what the day is! I just—Gah! I don't know what to do! Something is supposed to happen today, but what?!"

  I eyed the stack of crumpled white sheets on his desk, the tower growing bigger and bigger each day. The mark on my cheek tingled, and I sighed.