Chapter 93: His Only Way
Nox really just wanted to sleep, like, actually sleep for a change, but he was wide awake now, thinking, trying to figure things out.
’What the hell was that shit I felt? And those looks she gave me? I do not understand, and there’s that warm feeling again in my chest.’
He pushed the thoughts away. Thinking about his feelings, yeah, that was a waste of time. It was just a distraction. He needed to be better, stronger, so this never happened again, so the next time some bitch with blades comes at him, she’ll just run away.
"Say," he blurted out, words just spilling out of his mouth before he really even thought about them.
Serian lifted her head a bit. Her ears tilted, catching the sound. "Hm?" she asked, eyes studying him now, like she was trying to read something on his face.
He didn’t look at her, his gaze focused on the mess of logs and embers. "How old are you?"
Her eyebrows went up a little, face showing suprise. That was not the question she had expected. "Why do you ask?" she asked with a slight smile.
He shrugged, messing with his sword. "Just wondering."
She was silent for a moment. Finally, she answered, voice calm, steady. "I am twenty-one of your years."