Arawn
Thank you for the flowers.
I laugh at my own simping as I knock on the door. “Danny, open up!”
He doesn’t respond, and I knock against it once more.
“Come on! Open this door.”
Turning at the door handle, I click my tongue. “You surely don’t want Amber to have a broken door, don’t you?”
This bait works, as I hear a low click, and can finally open the door fully.
Disclosing a teenager sulking while sitting on a small couch, I nearly have to laugh but I keep it in.
I urgently need to leave here.
“Danny! What are you doing?” I ask him as I close the door behind me.
The room is a small library mixed with an office space. It is cozy, even if it fits the sterile style of Nerthus’ taste in interior design.
Sitting down in an office chair, I roll to sit next to Danny. “Are you stil
