บท 45: Chapter 45

Comus looked at where Ian stood and swallowed, as if what he'd found hadn't been a friendly sight. “You clearly have some things to talk. I better—”

“No!” I said before he turned away. “The, uh, night is short and we've already lost a lot of time.”

He shot a quick glimpse in Ian's direction and, finally, decided to stay. “If you insist, she-fledgling.” He walked up to the bronze globe, sat down next to it on the floor and patted the spot across from him. “Come here and join me,” he told me, placing his feet on the opposite thighs. A lotus position I think it was called.

I didn't have to think twice. I rushed to where he'd signaled me to sit and dropped my bottom on the rug.

I heard Ian somewhere to my right, settling down with a grunt. “Why can't we use chairs? Are they so offensive to you?” he asked Comus a bit sullenly, and then, he must’ve turned to look at me because I felt the weight of his full stare drilling a hole in my face.