Arjun sat with his head on his desk. He kept going back to Arini standing in the moon light, with a glass of thick inky blood. Her scent was infectious and her jewelry charmed in the light breeze. Her eyes were so deep and pure but something was hurt behind those eyes, or maybe his mind was hurt, translating into the figments. Normally Arini would beckon him, but she just stood there, still, hurting but afraid to come bear him, to touch him.
"Should you be working?" Lace laid across an armchair in Arjun's office. "You were pretty out of it yesterday. You went face first into the stone," she said with a bored expression, remembering his busted out of face.
Arjun sat behind his desk with his head down. "What do you want?" He gave her a bored expression.
"Hey" she raised her hand. "I kept my part of my deal," she smiled, satisfied.
Arjun rubbed his eyes. "But you didn't. You were supposed to turn her," he accused her, but Lace leaned closer to him.
