You hardly ever noticed back in England , but the snobbiest most arrogant boy humanly imaginable never really did anything defying you. Yet you would listen to anything he asked , considering he was the leader of the choir. He feared you. Perhaps you overpowered him , he wouldn’t know. You were older , taller , had cool reserve , and to him that was the equivalent of Satan.

Jack had been lounging around , a sheer lack of sleep keeping him from bouncing off the walls like a madlad.

“ Can you fetch me a—…uh.. “

Merridew paused , realizing the only member of the choir who wasn’t sound asleep in the sand was you. He stared blankly , his blue eyes narrowed almost nervously.

“ Nevermind. “