I sat there, bored out of my mind, waiting for those two men to finish their round in that damn wardrobe. Sipping on my drink, I let my thoughts spiral into the same tangled mess they always fell into lately.
I turned the watch over and over in my hands, studying the symbol intricately carved into its lid. It resembled a winged dragon. The surface had worn down considerably over time, making it impossible for me to form any certain conclusion.
A loud thud came from inside the wardrobe, like someone had stumbled, or perhaps… grappled?
Those idiots… were they seriously fighting in there?
"Hey! No touching, remember the rules?" I called out, raising my voice just enough for them to hear.
Silence followed, though faint thuds still echoed, so soft it almost felt like a trick of the mind.
"Relax, just swatting a mosquito." Cassian's voice drifted out, far too calm to be real.
