'Ugh, what kind of position am I in?'
Earlier, the Grand Duke of Blackwell was gracious enough to keep the mess in the room, freezing the debris— even the speck of dust in the room included— into a ball of frost, dropping to the ground with a clink for han to dispose of easily into the trash.
To Athan, he pondered that the situation had gone worse, now that they were all seated on the spare couch.
Arnold and Athan were on the same couch while Nathalie sat across them.
She had the quilt wrapped around her, and she held onto it while she was still trembling. While her head hung low, leering on the floor
More than anything, Jonathan and Daisy were worried about her the most.
Even if at this point, there were so many things to talk about, only one person had mustered the courage, more so what he uttered out of all of it.
Unexpectedly so, Arnold took the initiative to break the silence with a clear throat.
"How are you feeling?"
