15 Chapter 15: Games (1/2)

ELINA: We went upstairs together. There is only one bed in the room. I plopped myself on it and stretched.

I expected for Salem to chase me off. Argue that the bed was his. But he said nothing.

”We can share the bed, you know,” I said.

He didn't blush. Didn't even blink. What a boring man.

Instead he sat down on the floor, back against the wall, sword in scabbard beside him.

”You're going to sleep like this?” I asked.

He nodded.

”Why?”

He said nothing.

I sighed and lay down again. ”Are you mad that I ordered all that food?”

”No.”

”Then what is it?”

Silence.

”Fine, I'll go to sleep then.”

He said nothing. His eyes were on the door. Like he was expecting someone.

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I once heard that witch hunters never truly slept. That they slept lightly with one eye open, one ear vigilant. Because witch hunters who couldn't do that had all been killed.

I decided to put that to the test.

His breathing was light. His body still. Moonlight from the window washed over him, wrapping him in a veil of silver.

I slid off the bed and my feet touched the ground.

Nothing.

I kneeled down and looked at his face to make sure that he was truly asleep.

A frown on his brows, tension in his lips. Like he was fighting witches in his sleep. Like he could never get any rest.

I almost felt sorry for him. To be prepared to die every minute of every day. And yet he chose this life. Because he needed the money.

Before I kill him, I'll find out what drives him to go this far.

Hmm...but now that I finally get a closer look at him, he is quite handsome. Too bad that he is a witch hunter. But until death do us part, I'll have some fun with him.

It was time to do some research of my own.