Two days later, Calista snickered as she looked at the man who didn't cease to amaze her. Just when she thought things were getting better despite the dark cloud looming over them, he just had to slap her in the face.
She looked at him with narrowed eyes and asked icily, "Are you sure that's what you have decided?" as she caressed Whitey's fur.
Orson sat across from her in the gazebo, a complicated emotion filling him, especially seeing how those beasts awoken so soon.
He felt as if he was sitting on pins as he could sense the murderous gaze fixated on him by Blackey, who was coiling around her wrist hidden in the dress's sleeves.
Without seeing the monstrous snake, he could sense that his presence wasn't welcomed at all. It was only Calista who was holding these two back. He didn't know how he offended them again, but whatever it was; he felt in danger.
