Still yawning groggily, Lissa practically tripped over her feet as she rushed towards the car, her hand in Rose’s. “Come on Rose, are you going to tell me why we’re going?” Lissa asked, looking around them as though she expected to see someone from St. Vlad’s chasing them down. She was sure Rose wasn’t being over dramatic, but she was hoping their next move could have come after she’d gotten at least a few more hours of sleep. At this rate she wasn’t even sure she had a chance to pack all of her things. She quickly got into the car as they got there, knowing better than to argue with Rose, but couldn’t help but give her best friend an expectant look as she buckled her seat belt. “Do you even know here we’re going?” she asked the brunette, never liking to be on the outside of her plans. It hardly seemed fair that Rose had unlimited access to her mind while Lissa often had to play a guessing game.