32.Dad

Jamal Kunis POV

The door opened and Methis popped her head from behind the door. She was in only towels and her hair was dishevelled as a bush that has been tossed about by the wind.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yes, I am,” she said. “Come on in.”

“Oh no,” I said, trying to be gentlemanly. “Maybe I should let you finish up first.”

“Come on in don’t worry about it,” she assured me. “You have seen it before, you might as well see it again.”

She was flirting now, I thought. I let out a laugh and walked in.

“How is leaving going?” I asked.

“You mean preparation for leaving?” she laughed. “It is going well.”

I stared at her for some time wondering why good things never lasted and only became good in the final moments. When she first came into the castle, she was timid, scared, and looked to be weary of her environment as well as always on guard as if she was going to be attacked from all sides at any moment.

“What are you going to do once I leave?” she asked.

Conrad had told me she might answer