'It seems she's with the rest of the squad.'
He tried to locate Anasthasia, but she disappeared in a jiffy right by his side. To his surprise, she was on the other side of the counter. Her fiddles were subtle even behind the draping cloak she wore.
'She's in her fantasy again.'
"Elliot, it's… Been a while…"
The throat dried up so fast he had a hard time gulping before he could muster his strength for a talk after that night. "Draya…"
Soon as her voice blurted, their members on the nearby table shifted their heads. Their chairs creaked in the chorus as they scurried over. With a closer look, they held deep concern and had Elliot scratch his nape.
"Thank goodness, you're alive," said Hunter, a man similar to his age with blond hair and ivory skin. Beneath his white fur coat had his elbow jabbed to his side.
Draya smacked his arm from a bad joke. "Hey! That's rude!"
