Jaune has been feeling like an ice cube lately. Maybe he'll like it if I bring him more blankets.
Slipping out of our bed, I sweep the shards of glass out my way and toe around the bloodstains as I creep toward the bathroom.
The bookcase was toppled over and wooden boards were hammered into the wall, preventing Nora and Ren from entering the room no matter how hard they bang on the door. "Can I borrow your blankets?" I ask.