By the time I made it out of the bath, my eye color had settled back to their usual blue, but the rest was still… alarmingly present.
I tugged on the baggy sweats and Oxford team shirt, jamming my foot into a pair of sneakers that were two sizes larger, and I ran downstairs.
The house was mostly silent, and Quinn wasn't down, either. I couldn't find anyone else at home and went straight to the kitchen, finding Corazon shoving a week's supply of food into the fridge. "Where's everyone?"
Without looking, she mumbled, "Masters Soren and Mercer have left for Court and won't be back till tomorrow. Master Jericho never tells anyone where he goes. Master Quinn is in his bedroom, on the West wing, though, I'd highly suggest waiting a moment before barging—"
I was already running out of the kitchen and jogging up the stairs, up the glamorous West wing that I vaguely remember from the last time.
I couldn't wait.
