Heon brushed away the short white bang stuck on his forehead with the back of his hand. Unlike Sunny who came prepared and brought a handkerchief – it was Azran's – with him, Heon didn't bring anything to wipe his stinky sweat with.
That being said, a clean and flowery handkerchief appeared in his peripheral.
"You can use this." Devi, the extremely flexible girl in the yoga class, offered. "Better yet, you can have it."
"Thanks," he said, giving a smile in return and deliberately not meeting her eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to act polite, but a red flag waved in his head, along with the alarm blaring between his ears.
"From your lack of response, I assume it is true, then," she concluded.
Her question rang again in his head. 'Is it true that you command your beast to eat the King's head in front of the Queen?'
Heon sighed, muttering to himself. He really shouldn't say anything to anyone. "I lost my memories," he blurted.
