Mikhailis lay flat under the forest canopy, his eyes tracing the silvery veins of moonlight breaking through the dense leaves above. The earlier conversation with Rodion about curses and poisons still churned in his mind, but tonight, his thoughts took another turn.
The earth beneath him was cool, a soothing contrast to the restless energy coursing through his body. Beside him, Cerys slept soundly, her crimson hair spilling over the forest floor like embers glowing faintly in the night. He glanced at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
The momentary guilt gave way to curiosity, and his mind shifted to something he'd been mulling over for weeks. His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he murmured, "Rodion, what's the progress on your new body?"
The familiar faint hum signaled Rodion's presence before his voice spoke in its calm, almost clinical tone.
