Missing...?

"Why are you here?!" I couldn't help but hiss.

The misty air told me it was still too early for Alva's shenanigans. In fact, it is too early for me to be awake! But sleep had already left me as adrenaline pumped through my veins, with anger being the primary fuel to my fight-flight response.

"What does it look like?" There was a weird undertone in Alva's voice. I don't know if it is because he is still groggy with sleep, but his voice sounded sultry—seductive.

"This is clearly not your room, Alva—much less, your bed. Why are you on my bed?" I interrogated.

Listlessly, Alva propped his head on his palm. "Why can't I?" He responded languidly. I boiled with rage.

"Get off." I commanded him.

"Fine." Immediately, Alva got off my bed.

His sudden willingness to listen unnerved me. As soon as he left my room and Hund's, I let out a sigh of relief.