Adam answered the door, taking the tray from the servant. “Thank you, that will be all.” He dismissed them, the servant turning and walking right through me. He closed the door just as I walked through it, taking in the modest decorations.
“Ah, so where were we?” Droe was sitting in a wing backed chair, sipping on some tea that looked blueish in color.
“Getting everything prepared for tomorrow. I can’t very well leave her in their clutches any longer; she’s like a defenseless rose in the face of a cyclone.” Adam clutched his head, having sat down the tray of food in front of him.
“But even the common rose has thorns, Adaron. You need to remember who she really is.”
Adaron?! Adam was Adaron? I sank down next to the pair, taking it all in. It explained why he was cagey with saying he was
