"Well, it's just us now. Will you please tell me what actually happened to you?" Kaija asked hesitantly, her fingers wrapped around the hot mug of chocolate she'd made for herself.
She sat on a stool by the kitchen counter, her gaze fixed on the golden-eyed man slumped on the couch across the room.
Antony's shirt was still damp with sweat. His posture had collapsed inward, shoulders slightly hunched, his eyes vacant and unfocused as they lingered on some invisible point between his feet. He looked as though part of him had never fully returned from wherever his mind had disappeared to.
The mug of chocolate she'd made for him remained untouched on the counter.
He'd claimed he'd simply fallen asleep.
Yet people who fell asleep didn't usually wake up looking terrified.
Kaija wasn't foolish enough to believe such an obvious lie.
At her question, Antony blinked and slowly emerged from his thoughts. His gaze lifted toward her, unfocused at first before finally settling on her face.
