Chapter Thirteen
The warmth of the ceramic container brought a soothing effect on Christel’s shivering body as she held the cup of brewed coffee in both her hands. The sun was yet to conquer the sky but she had requested for an early breakfast. Yvann didn’t chain her last night and she hoped he wouldn’t anymore, or even just for the rest of the day.
She noted to herself the things she would do after finishing her egg and bacon. An attempt to escape was a part of it, but the books in the mini library were too inviting. In fact, paying it a visit was surprisingly on top of her itinerary for today instead of plotting her way out of Severuz.
She brought the cup closer to her face and the warm and comforting steam of coffee kissed her pale cheeks. Her eyes shut, letting the fragrant aroma of
