Veer threw back his head and laughed softly, golden eyes gleaming with amusement, while Cutie quickly ducked, cheeks faintly pink, and tiptoed toward the door like a nervous shadow.
Kaya huffed, muttering under her breath, What the hell is going on here?
After that, both of them slipped out of the room one by one. The door clicked shut softly behind them. Kaya stared at it for a long heartbeat, her face blank. Silence pressed in; she closed her eyes, straining to catch any hint of movement nearby. Nothing. They were gone.
She rose slowly, her body heavy, and turned her gaze to the flower pot in the corner. Inside, a small, dried-up plant sat in the soil—something she'd brought in from outside. Her hands trembled slightly as she crouched beside it.
Without a word, she slid two fingers into her throat. The first choke brought up a sour rush of bile. Then came the bluegh… bluegh… bluegh. She bent over the pot and vomited, her coughs tearing through the silence.
