KNIGHT
The lonely night sparked, wind howling and palm trees swaying harshly. Soon, it was raining cats and dogs. As we had neither a raincoat nor an umbrella, by the time we stepped into my house, Alana and I were quite possibly drenched to the skin.
Inside the temperature was controlled by the regulator and all four of us breathed a sigh of relief. I glanced upstairs, knowing Demir wouldn't come down until Alana left. I wasn't kidding when I said my brother hated crowds.
Alana rubbed her arms as she looked around, eyes widened into saucers. "This is—" She paused to look again. "This is where you live?"
"Uh huh," I took off my drenched coat, hanging it on the rack by the door and then the disgusting shoes that were soaked all the way inside my socks.
