"Allow me your hand, Lady Larissa,"
A subdued Larissa placed her hand in his, no questions asked, as if it was the most natural request in the world to make, or as if she had done so a hundred times already.
"Whatever for?" Adela asked with accusatory eyes on her sister's behalf.
Andreas batted his long eyelashes innocently, "I already opened a portal to come here with due speed. We have no time to waste," he looked at Larissa with intense eyes, "Come what may, do not let go of my hand. And hold on to your sister's hand with your left one, do not leave hers either…This might be uncomfortable," he warned, about to close his eyes to focus on teleporting them.
"Wait!"
Larissa left both of their hands and never looked Andreas in the face as she spoke to him, "I have been having these vivid vision-like dreams about you…"
Adela's cheek burnt with embarrassment hearing what she should not have.
