~ NYSSA
If I had an iota of common sense, I would have gone right back to my room. Instead, I followed him.
A part of me was curious as to whether or not he'd actually get me something while the other was just driven by pure hunger.
Now that I could see him clearly, I took in his outfit. He didn't look dressed for bed at all, but he was more casual than I'd seen him during the day. He wore black trousers and a simple grey shirt.
The short sleeves of the shirt did nothing to hide the scars that littered his hands and I couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten them.
He walked through the halls, not bothering to glance behind him to figure out if I was truly following him or not.
We passed a few guards and my cheeks burned bright each time. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I decided to leave the room in a short white night dress.
