"Why are problems so obsessed with me?"
Alden sighed, his crimson eyes still fixed on the door Amyra had just stormed out of.
Of all the places in this vast world—hell, in this whole damn cosmos—she could've gone… all the things she could've done… and yet she chose to barge into my room.
At this exact moment.
I mean, really, what were the chances?
Alden sighed again, imagining the endless misunderstandings brewing in Amyra's head after she walked in on Nyx hugging him while he was just patting her, for god's sake.
Well, I can't help it, can I?
He just shrugged, already plotting how to dismantle Nyx's hug bomb without waking her up.
He carefully reached for her hands wrapped around his waist, trying to ease them away one by one to free himself.
But the more he tried, the tighter her grip became as if letting go meant losing him forever.
"Damn it, woman," he muttered under his breath. "I need to sleep, you know… just let me go already.
His plan was simple.
