There was a belligerent shove, and a quick roll of the eyes. The usually diffident girl was now fighting back. I was instantaneously wary, it wasn't often Angel fought with anyone. Only when we were on the run, and came to a fight against Erasers.
She quickly averted her eyes, no longer surrounded by a impudent air. Her eyes once held hilarity, but I had piqued her, and all mirth had left her eyes.
I felt semi-lucid again as her anger placated slightly.
Even the usually garrulous Nudge was now quiet.
Never had Angel shown malice to anyone but the white coats.
I kept my face stoic, a desperate attempt to stay leaderly.
Ever since Max had died, the flock had slowly begun to change.
I was ravenous to see them act as a family again.
There was inundate of cold in my heart, and I longed to feel ardor.
I longed to live again.