[September 3. Saturday. 20:27]
Inka, who was still sitting on Arthur’s lap, squealed and immediately stood up. ”Kael! I . . . I—” She picked up her bag and straightened her dress, covering her face as she walked to the door. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave!” she cried in indignation.
It had been months since he’d seen the girl, and he didn’t know why or when she changed—she looked more daring and less . . . meek.
Was she ever meek?
Or was it also a mask?
Kael hadn’t the time to react when the door was shut behind him and he was left with Arthur. The lights were dimmed and he could only make out the other’s silhouette—unmoving, scrutinising him for he was kneeling on the carpeted floor, defeated.
Really, how long had it been since he last saw this man?
Two months really was long, Kael had rea
