Chapter 28: From Inception to Conclusion

A popping fire is the principal thing I notice when my eyes open. The light fragrance of cinnamon drifts all through the room, albeit polluted by a weighty hunch that I really can't shake, regardless of whether I can't exactly recollect the justification for that strange inclination.

I flicker once, two times, endeavoring to unite the spin of varieties into something that all the more intently looks like strong articles. Just to persuade myself that I was not insane, I hit my head on the floor, and afterward, woozily roll onto my back.

"Oof, that probably harmed," a low laugh emits as my vision chooses long strands of earthy-colored hair near my face. Still somewhat tipsy, I let my hand brush against the hair, and afterward in the long run a firm jaw, following down his facial structure and neck. As though understanding my activities, I let my arm drop and my mouth open as I at long last register who the individual inclining unstably over me is.

"Felix?" I ask him, my hand reflexively