"I believe you should take some rest, was sitting here with Este in the garden in the middle of the day helping you?" Athos asked out of curiosity.
Mircea pursed her lips, "No, not really. My mind was on Frey. We kind of fought yesterday night." Once again Mircea's eyes were glaring at the place behind Athos.
"I thought you two bicker just for the sake of it." Athos seemed a little perplexed. Naturally, he was bound to, he didn't know Frey like she did. Seemingly, he only hated her.
"No, he said he hates me. And for some reason that hurt me." It amazed her, how much she had opened up to Athos. Furthermore, it hadn't been that hard. Growing up Mircea felt a stone weighing on her heart whenever she opened up to Lilith or anyone. Perhaps, Athos was truly her best friend. Only one.
