Sorin shoved his chair and table all the way back into the corner of the room. The record player room, which Nadaria called his time capsule. He’d had to move some things, but here in the corner he could look through the narrow window and see her sitting on the side of the stables.
Of course, he wanted to go to her, but he thought it was wise to give her some time before he ended up as an ice cube. Besides, she ran from him. He wasn’t so dense he couldn’t take a clue.
Sorin slumped into his seat and cranked the record player. You’re Always On My Mind played, a song he had listened to on repeat when he discovered it. Sinking down into the plush cushion of the chair, Sorin sipped his liquor and prepared himself for a strenuous day of unhinged self pity.
He’d only relaxed when Mihal rounde
