The Morning After [House Party cont]

[Oriena]

Oriena folded her arms, expression disdainful and rapidly losing interest. Nox’s domestic situation was none of her concern, and she didn’t remotely pretend otherwise. Neither did she bother to lecture him in the interim before all the waifs traipsed their way downstairs, including the screaming baby. He already knew she thought this was stupid. Instead she scooped up the plate shoved in her direction, and stalked off – she’d find somewhere less annoying to eat, and then she planned to get the fuck out.