CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE WORST KIDNAP

　　DAHILA

　　"Phew!" He sighed again for the umpteenth time since we left home. He has been sighing all day.

　　Not responding to my jokes or banters. He won't even look at me or listen to me, he just sat by the fireplace roasting himself…I don't know what exactly he's doing as he sat so close to the fire but he won't stop drinking as he did so.

　　I can't connect to him. Maybe I never connected to him in the least because if I did, I would've been able to figure what the problem is and why we had to leave home like thieves.

　　"Want me to invite your Nat?" I asked all of a sudden and I got nothing for an answer, "Davis," I called, "Davis."

　　"Dahila, please leave me alone." His voice came out brashly just like the Davis I used to know.

　　The one who always gets me angry and gets me ready for an answer to every of his emotions and reactions.