Valentine shook his head.
"Not exactly. I don't really want to leave, but there is a reason why I must go. I need to be at home."
"Oh…" Olive nodded his head.
"Well, that's fine." He turned around and began to walk to his room.
Valentine stared at his fading figure. He took a deep breath and plopped down on the couch.
It may not be his business, but from what he heard, he was sure that something was going on with Avelina. Why else would Olive be getting information on her fears? He is also sure that Draven must have been the one who asked him to get the information.
Could she be sick? Or maybe something much worse. They could not possibly be trying to kill her, right? He frowned and let out a soft whiff.
"I must find out what is going on," he mumbled to himself.
…
Patiently, he slept to kill time. Once it was four in the afternoon, he got up, showered, and wore his clothes.
