"You were literally a burning torch," Fifi huffed. She didn't seem pleased, and I had no desire to appease her.
"You're saying it like it's a bad thing," I murmured, my eyes checking out the small space which the family of three called home.
There was little furniture to be seen—a cute television set on the side, a table with a vase in the middle.
Three intricately embroidered rugs surrounded the tiny desk, giving me a general idea of the two purposes of the room.
It was both the dining and living room.
After the arduous battle with Riley, my strength was a little drained. I approached the nearest rug and sat, a sigh of relief escaping my lips.
I'm sure Riley will never forgive me for throwing him off into space like that. He left no trace and only bade a twinkling goodbye.
