More than just a perfect melody from the piano, it reached his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them, his sleepy gaze wandering aimlessly around the ceiling. He stretched out a bit and ran his hands over his face, trying to shake off the drowsiness. But like the first time, he didn't want to leave those soft sheets that made him feel even sleepier. He let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his thighs and holding his face with his hands.
Yesterday was a day of so much truth that he couldn't believe he was still there - in that mansion surrounded by beings who were anything but normal. People he thought he knew turned out to be completely different, like Fox, who was following Rebekah.
He knew he had to talk to them, but it was the last thing he wanted. And he definitely didn't want to see the smug look on her face when he apologized for everything he said to her weeks ago. He didn't want to give Melia that satisfaction.
