Noah sighed at my question; the first sign that showed he was aware of my presence. But Adam and Daniel remained as they were. Noah's sigh spoke of irritation. I hated it.
"If you are so irritated with me, Noah, then take your half baked self and leave with your people. Why do you even bother to come here when you know how selective I am with people?" I questioned, folding my arms across my chest, wondering what happened to the fear from before. My moods were similar to those exhibited by females during their menstruation period.
Noah gave me no response, not even a glance. He just stared ahead, into space.
I hated to be ignored, but I will be caught dead before I admitted that, or reflect that in my face.
I looked at Claire. She was just staring at me blankly.
"Who the hell are you? Daniel told me the assumptions you had made about them the last time they were here."
