Chapter 6. I Remember

BRIANNA’S POV

His fork fell and he lowered to pick it up. At that moment, I stole a glance around the room tastefully decorated with a sense of timeless beauty as evident in the ivory-coloured walls and beautiful paintings and artworks that adorned it, hoping and at the same time knowing I won’t see any recorder I suspected him to be hiding somewhere.

Sitting up, his lips spread to a warm, awkward smile as a cover-up for his clumsiness and I faked back a smile. There was something rather…different about him. The thickness of his beard gave him an intimidating aura. Yet he appeared warm, clean, gentle, almost unlike his fellows but it’s been just a few hours knowing him. I couldn’t be so sure. And I promised never to let my guard down. Not now and perhaps not ever, after replaying all I went through with Hermes in his hellhole of a castle.

He dug his fork into the dessert and swallowed a chunk. He was eating twice as fast as me, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t care.