Thalina hummed quietly to herself as she wiped down a windowsill, her mini bucket sloshing at her feet.
The day had been blissfully uneventful, and she couldn't help but feel relieved that Zorath had kept his word.
She hadn't seen even a hint of his golden eyes or mischievous tail all day, and for once, she could work in peace.
As she picked up her bucket and moved to the next room, her thoughts wandered to cultivating.
She needed to start soon if she had any hope of keeping up in this world. Maybe she could sneak away later to—
Her steps faltered when she caught sight of a figure in the far distance. Her brows furrowed as she squinted, trying to make out who it was.
The figure stood unnaturally still, facing her direction. She froze, her instincts tingling. Was he staring at me?
