Ivan
Nefera stops before she opens our door.
She'd changed out of that dress. As far as I was concerned, Nefera would look stunning in a garbage bag, but when she put the silver one on... I'm surprised I didn't rip it off her earlier.
It clung to every curve. Rippling when she moved and I'd felt how thin the layers were. How easy it would be for me to take it off her.
Whoever designed it, intended to make me lose my sanity.
So, it was better that she'd changed into my t-shirt and PJ pants. It still drove me crazy but I could restrain myself.
"Before we go down there, I want you to promise me something," She mutters quietly.
Oh, that wasn't a good sign.
"What?"
"Whatever happens, don't get involved," She bites her lower lip. "Okay?"
Scowling at her words, I shake my head.
"I can't do that," I cross my arms. "We didn't tell them for a reason."
