ANYA IS NERVOUS.
It’s obvious in the way she’s been pacing around our bedroom, biting on her nails, her face contorted into a frown. The whole mansion has also been eerily quiet since the meeting was over, and it’s not the comfortable type. It’s the tense type because the people living and moving around inside it know what’s about to happen.
The war with Drovosky.
Everyone has been preparing for the war since morning, arranging weapons, checking routes, guards training, and preparing armored vehicles, it’s safe to say we’re ready for it.
My eyes dart to the wristwatch around my wrist.
21:34.
It’s almost time. We’ll be leaving in less than 10 minutes.
Anya still hasn’t said anything to me since morning though. Just few nervous glances my way, and now, I don’t know if I’ll be able
