Yuna had never expected Ethan to let her go.
At first, she had refused the idea outright, reminding him and herself that she was still technically his captive.
No matter how loosely that word applied now, the fact remained the same.
She was not free. Yet Ethan, with his usual calm and unreadable expression, had simply nodded and told her she could leave.
If that was truly the case, then Yuna knew better than to waste the chance he had given her.
With a wide smile that she did not bother to hide, Yuna accepted Ethan's offer.
Ethan gave a brief response, then placed the last remaining bottle on the bedside table and asked Yuna to take it with her to her own room and enjoy it there.
"You can come back tomorrow morning. For tonight, get some rest."
"Alright, Ethan."
Yuna stood up, carefully holding the wine bottle that was still half full. She walked toward the door, but her steps slowed as her hand touched the handle.
Just before leaving, she stopped completely.
