At Obsidian,
When walking away from Damien, Aveline thought of leaving the Obsidian. Standing in the elevator that had reached the upper floor, she wasn't sure if she should step outside.
Weren't the higher floors meant for suites?
Why would Alaric bring her there?
She was frozen, especially after what happened just a few seconds ago.
Alaric glanced back when she didn't move. She was pale. He said to break the silence, "Dinner? There is a private kitchen." In a short time, she had stepped out of the private room. He could guess she hadn't eaten.
Aveline wanted to ask what he meant, but her lips refused to move. Her throat felt dry, emotions wrecking her from the inside out. So her legs moved instead, cautiously following him.
His words ran in her mind, 'You don't have to suffer like this.'
Who would choose to suffer?
Probably no one knew how all this was draining her. Yet, he always seemed to read her like a book.
How? How was that even possible?
