Cosette feels her body burning.
The poison is slowly taking effect - running through her veins like the rush of crippling agony.
But even then, she struggled to run out of the dormitory and back to the school, limping and staggering all the while. This isn't the time to stay bedridden and play the role of a damsel in distress, after all - she has a certain childhood friend to punch in the face.
"Damn you, Wes... You're so gonna get it this time..." she hissed, clenching her teeth in vex.
It just happened that Cosette found his room empty earlier. Sensing a portentous premonition, she then hurriedly took a look at his cabinets, and just as she thought, the weapons he uses for his archery training are no longer there.
That could only mean one thing - Wes is just simply out of her control from this point on. But then again, none of what's been happening lately is still in her control -
