Chrysan's POV
The three of us are sitting on the marble floor of the basement, awkwardness is surrounding us. Reikkie keeps glaring at me as if she wants to kill me anytime, while Vane is whistling, not meeting any of our gazes, acting that he's innocent. An hour passed since we've caught Vane eavesdropping in our conversation, or if I could even call it one?
No one's willing to break this deafening silence.
I flinched when Reikkie slam the scalpel on the floor causing it to echo in this empty basement and looked at me intently with those murderous eyes. My lips started to tremble and even Vane reacted to Reikkie's sudden action. Reikkie's completely different from the Reikkie I've known.
"Speak or I'll add some cuts on you," Reikkie threatened and point the scalpel towards me, making
