"Well, it's just us now. Will you please tell me what actually happened to you?" Kaija asked, her tone hesitant, fingers wrapped around the hot cup of chocolate she'd just made herself.
She sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on the golden-eyed man sitting on the couch in the living room.
The shirt Antony was wearing was still drenched with sweat. His eyes were blank and lifeless, staring down at some empty space on the floor between his feet, as if his mind were still trapped in a different dimension. The chocolate Kaija'd made for him still sat untouched on the counter's surface, waiting.
Said he'd fallen asleep, yet looked that frightened? Kaija wasn't stupid enough to buy such a clumsy lie.
At her question, Antony snapped out of his trance, his gaze lifting to her in a daze.
