“Misa!”
Misa jolted out of her thoughts. She blinked, shook her head, and turned her attention to Royle.
“What?”
Royle softened his expression. “Are you all right? You’ve been spacing out for quite some time now.”
Misa shrugged. She played with her cap, twisting it in her hands. Misa had gone to Royle’s office for her daily “report”, but her mind had been too occupied with what she had seen at the night market for her to enjoy their private moment.
She debated if she should tell him. She didn’t want to worry him, and she wasn’t sure if she had seen Nisha at all. But, if Nisha really had been there, if Nisha saw how comfortable Misa was with her alleged enemy…Why, oh why did Misa insist on going to the festival?
Royle shifted on the couch, pulling Misa into
