As soon as my question escaped my mouth, I felt Alena stiffen. Her eyes widened slightly before she gave me a nervous, almost fake sort of laugh.
“Did I say dangerous? I’m probably just bluffing,” Alena said dismissively and turned her back on me. “It was nothing. Good night, Anya.”
I felt my lips parted in frustration as I looked at Alena's back. And maybe the main reason for my frustration was not because of that bizarre spurning remarks, but because of the reason that I can't bring myself to pry, or to be meddlesome like others would have done. And I realized that I had been letting everyone off by just dismissing every topic that appeared to be important to me. And that very thought angered me because I had been so soft and so... easy to maneuver.
The questions I had with me were a
