(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"Come with me somewhere else," she said. "I want to tell you everything in detail."
This was something I wanted as well.
"Yes, we need to talk as well," I nodded.
We went to the roof, where she came here alone yesterday, and took a bath in the rain. I wished I could see her like that. But King Ford had seen her like that, in a nightgown and wringing wet.
Seeing a woman like that, and who was also as beautiful as her, what kind of thought did that guy have?
I shook my head and tried to get that thought out of my head. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. If I got angry now, it would be hard to focus on the present matter in hand.
"So, white cloak... We both are thinking the same thing, aren't we?" she said, leaning against the railing.
