CH15

An hour passes by in almost near silence as Kain settles down to check his social media accounts on his tablet, though he allows me to borrow one of his books to keep me entertained while he does so. This book is one that Kain himself has written. It is one of the few I’ve never been able to get my hands on because of my situation and most copies are really expensive to buy these days!

I waste no time getting into it, as I do not know how long Kain will allow me to stay here once morning comes. I’m about halfway through the book when I hear Kain say to me, “would you like a drink, Mister Smith?”

I glance up from the book and smile sheepishly. “I’d love a drink, thanks. What do you have?” I ask politely. Kain is so hard to read. I can’t tell if he’s a kind person, or if he’s unpleasant. So far, most of my interactions with him have been the latter, but he’s shown he can be nice too, so I’m torn about how to take his attitude towards me.