Cael turned to look over his shoulder when he heard the glass door slide open. She was the only one he had expected to see, but he would have been foolish to not be at least a little paranoid about the possibility of someone else showing up unexpectedly at his home. Then again, he suspected that if anyone else were to show up, they would have been stealthier about coming through the house, seeing how they would have had to go through a few wards just to get through the front door. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he had lost too many friends because of blood wars, so he couldn’t help feeling that his anxiety was justified.
Pivoting, he took slow steps towards her, watching as Karma trotted up to nudge her hand with her nose, begging for attention before being distracted by the white flower that was crumpled up on the deck. Cael probably wouldn’t have even noticed the lily otherwise, but he knew it had to have been dropped there by Cecilia, and that she wanted nothing to do with it, for whatever reason.
A crease appeared between his brows at her words, searching her face, trying to figure out if she meant what he thought she meant.
“You’re not going back…”
He repeated what she said, as though this would help him figure out what she meant by that, exactly. It didn’t.
“Does that mean what I think it means?”
He wasn’t sure if she meant that she wasn’t going back to wherever she had been before arriving back at his house, or if she was there to stay for good, or…well, he didn’t know how many other options there were, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up over nothing.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
