I knew how to commit the blunder of the century by taking refuge in Cahl’s arms.
The animal entity, living with me in this body and whose existence I refused to admit, was jubilant to be cuddled by him. His warmth, his smell, all this enveloped me and possessed a most reassuring power. It was something shamefully indefinable and pleasant.
Suddenly, a strange atmosphere settled between us: a silence only disturbed by the deep breathing of the meta. I pulled away from him, trembling, disoriented, perfectly aware of the weight in his look. I had to say something, anything to break this damn intimate atmosphere.
“Sorry to cry in your arms,” I stammered, turning away without daring to face him.
What the hell was I thinking? It’s Cahl!
I had only taken a few steps when he spoke to me:
“You
