"What has got to him these days?" Anasthasia furrowed her brows as she couldn't believe what unfurled before her. Hands reached out to the hedgerow, attempting to crush it to smithereens, but Michael stopped her halfway.
It wasn't a good time, or else they would be compromised.
"Michael!" she huffed out. Seeing how more and more black-robed men converged around him with an amicable manner, a part of her couldn't contain the unsettling beating of her heart.
"Let's observe for now…"
It was but a subtle gaze that landed on his countenance; he had to look the other way when it lingered for long.
"... We shall do that." She retracted her hands, clasping them behind her back with a fidget.
'Just what are you up to, Elliot?'
It was as though in a spacious garden within the garden maze, Elliot stood at the centerpiece with another person veiled in a large coat. It draped and sprawled across the plain verdancy.
