"What's happening here?"
Even though Drake knew that that question wasn't necessary, yet he couldn't think of any other question. No other question stalked his fragile mind like that one did.
"What do you mean?"
The both girls pulled away from him at the same time. It was difficult to tell whose words those were.
"What were you expecting to see?"
Esme came on this time.
"Huh? Tell me. You expected to see us getting at each other's throats, isn't it?"
She sneered at him an walked away to join Caidine who was now seated at the edge of the big queen sized bed.
"No, Esme. I don't think that you are the problem here."
Caidine called, hardly glancing at the confused Drake.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"Isn't it the truth? You were worried that I would had probably killed her or worse... because of what I did to you."
