Mary-Jane was almost trembling when she sat on the sofa across Blake. Naturally, the living-room was back to normal. He had tidied it up earlier. He wouldn't want her to think a hurricane came by.
He couldn't help but wonder about the reason why her eyes seemed so haunted, so full of distress.
"How to start?" He perfectly heard her mutter under her breath, her hands convulsing together in her lap.
"Try from the beginning," Blake told her somehow softly though impatiently. He had a feeling that whatever it was she was about to tell him would not make him happy.
She breathed in deeply, even though air was mostly definitely not needed for their kind. Her eyes shone with unshed tears and he mentally sighed in resignation.
"I'm sure father has many pawns of his observing my every move." Sh
