Bab 155: Chapter 150. Downpour

"Come here," Zein reached out his arms, pulling Bassena closer and closed the door with his other hand. 

The moment that drenched head touched the guide's shoulder, Bassena held Zein tight in a movement that felt like an automatic reaction rather than a conscious response, and pulled the guide into his embrace, as if holding into a lifeline. "I'm sorry," the voice, which came from the lips pressed on the crook of Zein's neck, was hoarse and shaking. 

"It's not your fault," Zein had no idea what Bassena apologized for, but he could make several guesses, which all had something to do with the Golden Viper and the Vaski.

"I'm sorry," Bassena still whispered weakly, and probably, it wasn't merely a case of feeling guilty by association.