"They are your people, but apparently you don't trust them." Serefina narrowed her eyes and Jedrek knew that the witch was assessing him, deciding whether he was talking the truth or not.
Jedrek was too familiar with all her gestures. Sometimes, when he was with her, he didn't even need to explain himself and Serefina could easily read him from a simple once over on him.
"A wise man said; keep the enemy close to you," Jedrek said simply and Serefina chuckled mockingly.
"Be careful, or else they will cut your throat in your sleep," Serefina replied casually, but her eyes hardened when Jedrek touched the tip of her hair lightly.
"You worry about me," his voice sounded very hoarse in this seemingly empty and dimly lit room.
Always.
That was the one word which Serefina wouldn't let it slip out from her lips for Jedrek to hear. Therefore, instead of responding to his statement, Serefina swatted his hand away from her red hair.
