I'm perched casually on my desk, arms crossed, one foot swinging lazily in the air. Yeah, casually—I'm very aware of it.
In front of me sits a guy, ramrod straight in the chair across the room. He's the same one who barged into my quarters uninvited before, and now here he is, sitting in my office. To be fair, this time it's me who called him in.
I let out a long sigh, arching a brow as I size him up.
"You planning to say something, or do I always have to start?"
The guy doesn't move—not a word, not a flicker. His calm demeanor is starting to grate on me.
To be honest, I call him "the guy" because I've already forgotten his name. My brain, still fogged from sleep, didn't bother retaining that little detail. But it'll come back. It always does.
Finally, he opens his mouth. "The Elder advised me to act this way."
I blink. The Elder? Of course. I sit up a little straighter.
"And what else did The Elder tell you?"
