The Start of the Apocalypse (6)

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Drake's mind was blank for a moment. Then he responded with, "This is my bedroom?"

Doubts were written on Acceber's face when she heard his answer. "Are you unsure if this is your room or not?"

Drake smiled as he pulled himself up and sat beside Acceber's figure. He reached for a bottle of water, which he usually keeps at the bottom of the bedside table. He passed the water to Acceber while she got up. "I should be asking you the same question. Why are you in my bedroom, darling?"

Acceber choked on the water she was drinking.

Drake gently patted her back. "Slow down, darling."

Acceber glanced at Drake with eyes full of annoyance. "Who gave you the permission to call me darling?" Then, as if remembering the smell of mint and vanilla, Acceber's eyes widened. She stared at Drake in disbelief. "You. You. Shit! Weren't you that perverted scum who forced himself on me in City M?"