Marcey simply shakes her head. Stops searching the table and picks her bag. "I should hurry up and source for the juice before Ana decides she wants to behead me with her glares." She stops and looks at him. "Where is she by the way?"
Ethan picks a magazine and shrugs his shoudkerd. "Stuck in my room. Probably fuming and thinking of how to kill me." He then picks a magazine to look and nods his head telling her, he didnt mind her leaving.
Marcey tried to teleport but realises she can't. She grits her teeth and stares at the man. She knew her fear had come to pass. When did he know? Or was it her fear that gave her away? She should have left when she had the chance. "You know don't you? Can someone ever succeed in a plan where you are? Or where you are involved?" It just seem like he is bad luck.
