Snippet #2363194

Circe Marks
She leans against the wall in the darkened hallway, one bent knee allowing her foot to rest flat against the cream colored wall. Spacing out, her vibrant blue eyes close as she is consumed by deep thought, completely ignoring the other human in the hall way. Is this the right way to go? Acting on the behalf of the rich again? came the swarm thoughts, flooding her brain before being pushed out again with the voice of reason You are doing what you need to survive. Stop thinking like that. Teacher Marks would be disappointed in you for being weak minded! But what if...

Her head suddenly snaps up causing her black twin tails to fly with the sudden motion, the cold blue eyes look around warily hearing I've sent for mercenaries. would you like to meet them? She gets off the wall, moving her foot down to the floor before glancing at the closed oak doors, eyes almost challenging .