Darryl lost count of how many times the view of the Diamond Prince carrying Xhemin off played in his mind. He just couldn't get rid of it and every time the view flashed right before him, his insides chaotically crumble with the desire to break everything his hand would touch into. In fact, he had broken two things earlier already—first the wall in the sauna bath and second his glass tumbler which he had threw off hard in the trail where Xhemin had her little accident. When Ziggy and Huzey's team left, he was very mad he couldn't help but break something to release the tension.
"So how were the camp party arrangements going on?" Leonardo Auclair, son of an elite jeweller threw off the question at his circle who werer having their lunch in the dining hall. He was particular glad he was able to make it to camp this year. Last year was a wreck since his father had grounded him, so he kind of missed the fun.
