Layla stepped into the little waiting room, looking around for a moment before she dropped down in a chair to wait. They wanted to examine her. She wasn't that surprised, honestly, there had been a lot of changes over a short amount of time, and when it came down to it, she was an experiment.
Her father was outside, hitting up the food stands and doing whatever it was that Marcus did at fairs. She hadn't dragged him along, simply because he would have been useless. She had told him he would, too, and he hadn't even been able to deny it.
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