Greg had his body back and really that was all he cared about. He would worry about how V would react to him leaving her party later, he just wanted to get out of there now. He was just done. He'd had enough of the fuckery that had gone on in the last week and he just wanted to get away from everyone. He was feeling surly and antisocial. His broom and a night flight sounded amazing.
The trick though, was getting out of the house. V's house was a maze and though he knew his way through it pretty well, the guests that kept stopping him, made it damn near impossible.











