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@emily-waldorf  Yep. Permanently damaged. 😂 You did good at writing Jade, too.

 

Jade glared at the well-dressed brat. The price of his clothes would support an entire tenement of Culled for a month. “And just who do you think you are?” she said, hands on her hips. “Maybe you could learn to hold your own tongue, but I think your position is irrecoverable.”

The man gasped. Jade smirked at his gasping-fish mouth and guessed no one had ever spoken to him like that before. Just like Mara. I suppose Protector idiots exist everywhere.

Back by Avin, Rosemary said, “Of course we just got here. You saw us.”

Then she cocked her head and stared at some point behind him. Avin glanced around. Nothing. Rosemary paid him no heed as he shifted uncomfortably, and then backed away the tiniest fraction of a foot-shift.

A sudden indignant voice snapped her out of the faraway realms her brain was roaming.

”I am the king! You shall have a month in the stocks for such irreverence, wench!”

Jade laughed long and coolly. “Well, king, get yourself out of the glass if you can. Then dole out your judgements. But I think you’ll find that your authority is nothing in this place.” She spun away from him on pointed toes and went back to Rosemary’s side.

”You had an idea, didn’t you?” she asked her friend.

Rosemary’s attention now on Jade, Avin slipped away with the silence of a mute antisocial ghost.

”Yes. Zeke’s condition might be cardiovascular, so I’ve been on the wrong track for a year!” Rosemary covered her face with her hands.

Jade reached up and patted her shoulder. She couldn’t say “It will be ok.” It wouldn’t. Zeke would get culled, and they could do nothing in this creepy castle. Finding chemicals for his medicine would do no good if he couldn’t get them. Jade looked up at Rosemary, wondering how to say all this. Rosemary certainly hadn’t given any thought to logistics and future actions. Jade knew her well enough to guess that Rosemary’s all-consuming goal had blinded her vision concerning every point in between now and its achievement.

”Who’s that?” Rosemary suddenly asked, her hands down again.

Jade followed her gaze to a painted perfection of a woman who nearly made Jade gag at her revolting delicacy. “I have no idea,” she replied. I don’t even want to know. I bet a dead fish would make her faint.

The indigo-haired scrap of a woman near the fashion-plate and Lorcan looked just as strangely painted, but she was sassing Lorcan. Jade smiled. At least this place wasn’t without amusement. Never before had she the pleasure of observing such a menagerie of wits and fools.