Chapter 7. Quarrel
I wanted to lay in her embrace forever, to bask in the warmth I thought I'd never feel again. But my mind was a whirlwind of questions, demanding answers.
With a heavy heart, I pulled away slightly, tilting my head up to meet her gaze. She continued to stroke my hair, her expression soft as she nodded, encouraging me to speak.
"How did you get here?" My voice was steady, but my mind was anything but. "Last time we met, you were heading out to watch a movie."
I paused, a smug look creeping onto my face. "So tell me, how the hell did you end up here?"
She smacked me.
"Ouch!!" I winced, rubbing the sore spot.
Then, she coiled her arms around my neck again, letting out a long, heavy sigh. She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Actually... I don't exactly know how."
I looked up, watching her scratch the side of her head as she let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "One moment, I was getting up for a bathroom break during the interval. The next thing I knew, I was... here."
I blinked. "Just like that?"
She nodded, barely holding back a grin.
That still didn't explain why she was here, in this household of all places. The Lancasters weren't the type to adopt outsiders—even if she was a once-in-a-millennium genius.