>>Ariston
The drawing room was quiet save for the soft crackle of the fireplace, its golden light flickering against the dark wood paneling. I sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, one leg crossed over the other, fingers idly drumming on the armrest. Across from me was Ruoxy, who had her jaw tightened for some reason while she held a wine glass in her hand.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, as though she were trying to bore a hole through my skull.
"You called me here," I finally said, "I have other things to do," I looked at the wall clock that showed it was nine in the night.
"You've been quite the busybody lately, haven't you?" she finally said, her voice smooth but I sensed the harshness behind it.
I glanced at her, letting my lips curl into a faint smile. "Have I? I thought I was just getting acquainted with the place."
