Chapter 62

She was more trusting of him after that; she couldn't tell if it was feigning or even accurate. For she still tried not to shudder when he was close to her.

But she would give it to him; he was doing his best, his hands around her, staring into her face when she woke up. If anyone had told her Maestro could be this person, she would have slammed a door on the liar's face and melted them with a*id.

But here she was, in Maria's cozy pink room, everything looking unreal. It was how he didn't go too intimate, no matter what shade of undress she was; sometimes, he covered her with the sheets and turned his face to the other side.

Like Dora would say, "We make ourselves happy, Maya, 'cause the world isn't a happy place," and she knew firsthand how bad it could be.

She was going to let him woo her. Give him a chance as he asked, and even though she knew he was going back to the monster once this personality was exhausted, she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.