Evangeline sat with her legs curled beneath her on the bed that was as soft as a cloud would be.
She absentmindedly traced patterns on the rim of an empty goblet while her mind whirred.
A soft breeze entered through the numerous glassless windows, but it did nothing to calm her.
Sereia and Anakin sat across from her brainstorming in their heads.
"So," Anakin said and leaned forward. His elbows rested on his knees. "We need a plan."
"No shit," Evangeline muttered and rubbed her temple. Her head ached from…everything, but that wasn't what twisted her stomach in knots.
Sereia's face lit up. "I have an Idea!" she blurted out. "We need to get the diamond right and it just so happens that it's with the one person who is completely obsessed with you."
Evangeline stiffened. Obsessed? No way in hell.
