Aldana Candi felt Philip Shaw gently lick her, her mind buzzed, and she suddenly lifted her hand to slap his face—
*
The night was already deep.
Eric Candi slowly awakened from a deep black dream.
The fever had subsided, but his throat was very dry. With his eyes closed, he coughed lightly and said, "Bring me that cup of water."
The hoarse voice quietly echoed in the lifeless room, then, as if realizing something, he slowly opened his eyes.
The apartment Aldana rented was just a very simple small room.
A single bed, a worn-out sofa. Every time he returned from a mission, she would give up the bed to him and sleep on the sofa—on the windowsill, there was a glass with a few unknown fresh flowers that Aldana had been tending to for several days, but they still looked fresh, likely brought from her workplace.
Born in such a dark place, yet there remained a touch of naive innocence about her.
