Mircea was aware of how the letter roll was scattered all the way on the length of her bed, no, his bed. Everything in here belonged to him. That was how it was, she knew he was going to be vexed at her for going through his drawer.
She was very well aware of how SHE had been the one who was wrong-too curious in his eyes. He stared at her, standing at the entrance with the same jug in his hands. She hadn't at all noticed that he had taken that away with him while sprinting out.
Frey still hadn't answered her counter-question. She could see the rage building in his eyes.
"Why?" She simply asked again, she knew there were tears threatening to spring out from the corners of her eyes. Frey was still standing there, immobile like a chair. Mircea wanted to haunt his shadow and shake him into speaking. She wanted to yell at him, however she did none of it.
