*Jonas*
He exits the room, slamming the door behind him before twisting the two locks shut with a vicious click that mimics the look he had on his face.
I stare at the door and blink. What had that been all about ? The man is as changeable as the wind. One minute I would swear he is actually growing fond of me, and the next …
‘Maybe he struggles with this …,’ Cana starts.
I huff, “Do not say mate”
‘…Mate thing,’ He finishes with a cheeky grin.
Well, I think, as I reach for the tea and pour myself a cup, he does think I am
traitorous and kinda evil. That ought to explain why he is so often brusque and insulting.
Although .. I take a deep sip of the steaming tea and sigh with pleasure ... It doesn't explain why he had kissed me. And it certainly doesn’t explain why I had let him.