PROSE MODE.
Kika knocked on Luke's door. He had been on house arrest for a while now, courtesy of his Dad. He'd snuck off somewhere earlier in the week, Eon returned from the parliament and sent his men looking for him. He was found unconscious from the rebounding of the spell cast on Melanie.
Luke didn't open up. She stirred the door knob to the left and pushed it in slightly. Fortunately, it wasn't locked.
"Luke."
She shut the door as quietly as possible. Prowling in, clasping around the fruit basket she'd bought for him.
"Luke, where are you?"
Placing the hamper on the dining table, she glanced out the back door, he wasn't there. She trotted up the stairway, looking for his bedroom.
"Luke?"
He sat on his bed, frowning at the TV in anger. He didn't even try to acknowledge her presence. She was glad he chose not to spit out his rage freely at her today.
