The Infernal castle was silent. The only sound was a distant hush of muffled voices from the sanctum and a low humming.
A tune rang in Neveah's mind and she echoed it quietly, slowly brushing the stray strands of hair from Jian's forehead.
He was sound asleep and had been for a while already. Habitually, his right hand was still entwined with Neveah's and he held on tightly, just as he had been before he drifted off.
His grip had neither loosened nor weakened despite his resting state, and Neveah wondered if he was truly at rest or his mind was still unsettled, stuck in a state of unease.
He had not said much before going to sleep.
Even now, watching him like this, it appeared like something she had dreamed up. Like a reality that was too fragile to believe.
"You're here...so why do I still feel..." Neveah trailed off, her tone faltering.
Was it a sense of foreboding?
