Romain
“So,” Sybille begins as we walk through the main area of the mountain, “you and Sasha, huh?”
“It’s not what you think,” I say.
“Yeah?” she asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Because from what I saw, you two seemed pretty cozy.”
“There’s someone else,” I say simply, keeping it at that.
“Oh,” Sybille says, sounding confused. “Is he in the mountain with us? Do I know him?”
I shake my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. “No, you don’t know him. And it’s not a him, Sybille. She’s someone I’ve known my whole life.”
I’m surprised by how easy it is, talking to her, even though I don’t know her. We only met earlier today, for the very first time. I guess I’m starting to warm up. Soon, the prison will be moved to the very back of my mind, and I’ll accept this as my new reali
