~Avia I couldn’t bring myself to admit to Malin and Kadrick what happened in the kitchen last night between Isaiah and I. I’ve spent the better part of the day gnawing at my fingernails, leaving them raw and tender, pacing back and forth incessantly in my room. Proceeding from here is going to take a lot of caution, since I’m teetering on a very dark, unforgiving path. Had I succumbed to Isaiah’s wishes, what would have happened to me? I would be disgraced.  "You've failed. He truly doesn't want you,” Malin mutter, tossing her hands up. I sit with m

~Avia  Kadrick passes back and forth in my room, dappled streaks of moonlight tracing his person.  "I can't stand him,” he mutters distractedly, hands clenched firmly at his sides.  I loung back on the bed, chewing mindlessly on a snack I retrieved earlier from the kitchen. Kadrick is struggling with the same initial feelings that consumed me when I arrived. He may not have experienced the consequences of Isaiah’s reign to the same extent I have, but that, and yet the anger he grapples with is fiery and hot, compared to mine, which simmers at a cold, dark intensity. I’ve had years to cry, to scream and truly feel

~Avia It's been a whole day, and Kadrick is gone. Earlier, I woke, walking out my room to see he has been replaced with another man, far older, although looks equally as physically capable. Surprisingly, it didn't unnerve me. This is what we wanted, for Isaiah to get jealous, and with Kadrick out of here, it means one less thing to worry about. Isaiah wasn't around for most of the day, tending to business elsewhere, and missed dinner. Now that it has fallen dark, my curiosity has lead me outside, after stalking through most of the manor trying to find him. I'm here for a reason, and it isn't to avoid him.

~Avia Releasing a long, slow breath, I relax back into my pillow. I've spent the better part of this morning following Isaiah and a few of his guests around. They were from outside of the Pack, so I was used to making Isaiah feel more approachable, more friendly and trustworthy. How well it worked, I'm not sure, but it felt strange trying to aid him and his reputation when in reality, I want this entire place to burn down around him. The sound of footsteps from down the hall rouse my attention, my eyes drifting up from my book. I've been enjoying lounging in the afternoon sunlight that cascades through my windows, and now it's about to be interrupted.

~Avia I sit on the edge of the bed, examining Isaiah with a cautious eye. It's the first time I've been in his room, and not exactly in the circumstances I would have presumed before I started this mission. We all stood silently in his room while he showered, neither me, Zire nor Elise having anything to say to one another. All the while, I kept my eyes trained out the expansive window and at the sunrise. Where all the time has gone, I have no idea. Once Isaiah stepped from the shower, no more than a white towel draped around his hips, it became clear th