I slammed onto my bed, kicking my boots off, and throwing my tiara across the room. My face was shoved into my pillow, my agitated breaths warming it. I needed to leave this place. I don't care anymore whether I'm 'Lady Jennifer' or not. It doesn't matter. I don't want to be here anymore, so I'll take my leave. Nobody here needs me.

But, before I do, I need to look at sentinel family lines. I need to find out what line of sentinels Rosa Marie comes from, to see if they live near here. If they do, then I'll leave New Orleans all together. I don't care anymore. I just need to get away.

So, I headed down to the library after I calmed down. It took a few minutes of staring out of a window into the busy streets, but after that I was fine. I wasn't going to wear my boots or tiara. In fact, I changed all together. I had thrown on a pair of trousers and a white button down that went on under one of the dresses. I'm not a plastic dress up doll made to look like a princess. No, I'm Jenny Glover, demon orphan. No shoes were on my feet as I walked, and I felt victorious. Of course, it was stupid to feel that way, since here in a little while I was going to leave it behind.

I hate myself sometimes.

When I got to the library, I ended up getting two books. A book on demon ancestry, and a book on sentinel ancestry. This was going to take a while.

I finished after a couple of hours, and nothing was accomplished. I had no demon history documents that were important, and Rosa Marie had no evidence here that she had a family of sentinels, much less ones that would kill her if she failed to keep her post.

I suppose that I accomplished one thing. I'm not a demon. That narrows it down... how much?

None. There are still hundreds of thousands of things I could be that are as, if not more, dangerous as a demon. Demons are just the most generalized.

Now, it was time for me to attempt escape. 

Key word: attempt.

I packed my satchel with everything I had brought with me, not taking anything from the room that wasn't mine (no matter how tempting the books were). I quietly went down the hallway, no umbrella (mine was thrown out in favor of a better one [that is, one that was for snobby rich people, which I'm not part of that group, no matter what Rosa Marie thinks]). When I was about to open the door, I heard a voice that was stern and kingly.

"Where are you going, Jennifer?" Charles asked. Oh no. I've been caught.

"Um, I was just going to read outside. All of my books are in my satchel, see? I wanted to go back to the park." I fibbed quickly. I hoped he wouldn't question my motives.

"Do you not remember me saying we were on lock down? Jenny, going outside is dangerous, excruciatingly so for you especially. The only ones allowed are the sentinels, and I don't think-"

"I'm going outside, sir, and you can't do anything about it." I was about to run out the door, but Charles took my wrist, gripping it so hard I knew there would be bruises surrounding it like a bracelet of pink and blue skin.

"Lady, will I have to lock you in your room to make you stay inside?" he asked. I was kicking and throwing myself around, trying to escape his grasp. Then, I stopped, as my brain's gears clicked into place, and I came up with a plan.

I bit his wrist. 

Yes, you read that right. I leaned down, and sunk my teeth into his wrist so hard that it left open, bleeding skin. As the blood seeped into my mouth, little as it was, everything inside me went cold with darkness and intentions I didn't know I was capable with thinking.

Everything darkened as I felt like my true self had fallen asleep.