Midnight.
Lathel woke up. Beside him, Mira and Selvia were still fast asleep after an exhausting battle.
On their faces lingered a look of satisfaction and blissful smiles.
He walked out to the living room, sat in a chair, and enjoyed the stillness of the night.
"Don't you find it strange how she seems to have completely forgotten what happened?"
Evelyn's voice echoed, accompanied by her soft hands reaching out from two swirling voids over his shoulders, gently caressing his neck and shoulders.
Lathel smirked. "Huh! She has her own secrets. Right now, pushing closer will only make her pull further away from me."
"That much is enough. All we need is a little more time—just wait for the right opportunity."
"Hm… humans are so strange," Evelyn replied. "If you like someone, you like them. If not, then you don't. Why make things so complicated?"
As she spoke, her hand moved down to his chest, softly stroking it.
