Khalida’s stone cold face doesn’t shift. “You deserve the hole in your heart. I hope whatever ‘gift’ your mother gave you is the curse I know it to be.” She turns back to her work without a glance at him, and she returns to work. “Yes, Nic. I’ll see you tomorrow. I can’t wait.” 

Sorcha huffs and clenches her fist. “I need to punch something.” She leaves for the gym and works with a dummy for hours.

Asa goes to the kitchen to make another culinary monster. 

Layla shakes her head slightly, crossing her arms. “It [i]does[/i] matter. It matters to me. I get it if it’s something you can’t help but do, but I’m not going to let you risk your humanity in the process.”