*Percival*

After calming myself down from Elizabeth’s last email, I reasoned that I could handle talking to the pretty little human that caused so much of a ruckus. I couldn’t help wondering, however, what layer that would add to this whole Elizabeth ordeal. That b*tch was now after me, that much was clear, and probably wanted to drag me off as her little plaything. I rubbed my arm, needing to take a deep breath to recover from yet another wave of nausea at the idea of her touch ...