Since he sat, she hadn't blinked. Like a calm sea minutes before a tsunami, her calmness was a lie.
Saltana shifted sideways till their shoulders met. As if to steady her—or even herself—she reached out and grasped a fragment of Serakai's shirt. Saltana's palm was instantly, gently but firmly, covered by Serakai's. But she never took her eyes off Varohn, like dusk hiding fire.
"Because you want to leave this place... don’t you?" With a hint of sympathy, Varohn remarked.
Serakai scuffed. She rolled her eyes, but remained silent.
Varohn's voice became somewhat louder. "You seem eager to dice me open every time our eyes meet." His gaze was suddenly questioning, almost childlike in its danger, and he leaned forward. "What makes you despise me so much? Have we... Perhaps, met befor
