![]() Byrne, completely avoiding looking at Sibyl at all.Īfter Sibyl attempted to talk Mrs. The Polar Sorceress came back shortly after with an ice pack and handed it rather ungraciously to Mrs. Morgan, the raving lunatic who most definitely needed psychiatric counselling or at the very least, anger management classes, left her and Mrs. It was the longest night in Sibyl’s life. If she couldn’t find a way to escape, Sibyl thought hysterically, it was going to be a long night. That last thought made her breath flood out of her in a rush and she glared at him with mutinous eyes. ![]() Then finally to her dream man, who was looking like he couldn’t decide whether to beat her to a bloody pulp or carry her up to his bedroom for something else altogether.Īnd that was no joke honestly, she could read that right in his eyes. Byrne who was smiling at her… could she believe it. Sibyl looked from the small, dark woman who was staring at her with polar icecaps as eyes. Let me know how you’re getting on.” Then he winked (definitely flirtatiously which, of course, was nice and all but didn’t do her any good at the present moment and further was a bit inappropriate), pressed a card in her hand and followed his colleague out the door. ![]() “Got another one,” his colleague said, pulling the radio from his leg. He seemed to hesitate, clearly reading the mood in the room, when a radio squawked. ![]() “I just want to go home,” she informed who she hoped would be her saviour. ![]()
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