It was very late at night when Zaiden entered the house again, and there he found her sitting on the floor against the bed. Her head was placed on the edge of the bed, whereas that gun was laying right beside her. She was awake, and was looking so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even recognise his presence. And most importantly, she still had not changed her clothes. She was still sitting there in her wet clothes. It angered him more.
This girl had taken an oath to never listen to him. What if she caught a cold, especially when the weather here was cold too?
Zaiden intentionally closed the door with a loud thud in order to make her aware of his presence, and just like he had expected, he witnessed her head snapping right in his direction. Zaiden saw that extreme amount of relief
