The next morning, I was very eager to tell Martha about how I had run into my sister, but I thought better of it. If I talked to her about my sister, I would have to tell her so much more about my life before the Castle than I wanted to. Of course I trusted her, but I really just wanted to protect myself. When you have your family beat you to death and go to bury you in the forest, you just never heal from it. How was I even sure that buying Martha was enough for her to be loyal to me? If there was anything that time had taught me, it was that people were perpetually completely unknowable. I could never truly know the next person's heart's contents, no matter how much I liked them or they said they love me. "Ready for today's hassle? We're to be grouped into classes today based on how powerful or rich our soon to be Alpha husbands are." Glenn said as we stretched. I smiled, trying to be as quiet as possible and not get noticed by the yoga instructor at the front." Lower yourself i

  "Let's start by introducing ourselves please, will we?" The first teacher said, "Just mention your name and the name of your fiance Alpha. Is that alright?" She asked, and I felt relieved because I did not know much else.  "Net worth too! This class contains $500 million to $900 million, so we know who is who? I definitely want to know, so I mingle with my kind only." That was the redhead.  Some of the other girls rolled their eyes. "Shut up please! You really do not have to always show yourself! If you want to know the individual husband's net worth, take your snobbish ass over to the Records office and do the research yourself. Nobody will do the damn work for you." A dark-haired girl said from the back and everyone turned to look at her.  I smiled and gently nudged Glenn, "We like her already, right?" She said conspiratorially, and I laughed.  

  After drinking, she continued, "He took forever to find the spare key to my grandfather's room in his hungover state, but I stayed banging on my grandfather's door. Eventually, my uncle returned with the spare key, and tried to open the door, but my grandfather's key was still in the keyhole from inside the room, so he could not put the key in far enough to unlock the door." She chuckled.  "We had to break the door down. My uncle kicked hard until the door gave way for us to enter the room. The room was empty. I looked around, went into the adjoining bathroom and everything, but my grandfather was nowhere to be found. I called out my pet name for him over and over and again, as did my uncle." I heard Glenn make a sound of uncertainty." Anyway, on careful looking, I found a bunny on my grandfather's bed. It had on his sleeping mask on its cute white chubby body. And since we could not explain where my grandfat

As I closed my eyes to sleep, I felt a strange presence in the room. I opened my eyes and saw a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure stepped closer, and I could see his face. It was the boy from the dining hall, his dark eyes gleaming in the darkness like a cat's eyes. "Who are you?" I managed to whisper, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. I wished I was closer to Glenn, so I could pinch her awake. "Your worst nightmare." He said, and then everything went black. I screamed and ran to turn on the very bright room lights. I was sweating profusely and panting like a scared dog. "Glenn! Glenn? Glenn please, wake up!" I called out, as I ran over to Glenn's bedside and tapped her hurriedly, watching the room. When I looked at Glenn's face, she was half monster, half zombie, and she caught and bit into my left arm as I screamed loudly and woke up with a start to find myself standing. "Are you alright, Clara?" Glenn a

My head had barely hit the pillow, before my eyes opened up and I sat up with startling speed. "Huh… Are you alright, girl?" Glenn asked, looking crazy with her hair extremely frizzy, dried drool on the left corner of her lips, and crusty eyes. I looked at her and she looked like she was staring at me with concentration. "Uhh…" I made a sound, trying to understand where I was, and what I was doing. "You look really scary, Clara. Why are your eyes so red?" Glenn got up to go use the restroom, while I nodded off to sleep again. But the annoying snoozed alarm rang again and I made crying sounds as I sat up on my bed and decided to dress it in order to stay awake until Glenn was out. After waiting for a while and realizing that Glenn would take a while in the bathroom, I knocked and went in without waiting for her response. "Finally!" Glenn cried out triumphantly, and I held my nose shut as I gave her a wry look. She was indeed a very weird girl. But I really liked her. I brushed ou