"What is the story about?" they should be discussing her brother. She should have asked him to leave after her outburst. How did they end up snuggling in her bed after their argument? No matter how she thought about it, she could not understand her actions, herself!
It was not about being deranged anymore, she was spellbound.
"A story about gods and mythical stuff, you know." he shrugged, making her smile. He did not look like someone who would tell a story. She was sure she had never ever told a story, even to Rowan or would not tell one to his children. "My father had told me this story when we used to be a happy family."
As if reading her thoughts, he whispered in her ears when she closed her eyes. There was nothing sweet about this moment. His breath was not calming her. It was only because she was tired. She had not forgiven him, not when he was still playing with the life of her brother.
