her eyebrows knit as though she was n't finding their agreement any easier to abide by than he was . i lowered my hand down from my face revealing even more sets of red stares . i laughed and then swiped at my face again . `` i am not going to be your bait . his wet hair is plastered to his forehead and neck , and his clothes are dripping onto the tiles . `` she 's in the viewing room , '' she points down the hall . like tiny butterflies brushing my skin with their soft wings . 