Thirty six

Weruche had been home for two days, yet her father had not shown up. Sometimes, she wondered if she was missed at Percove. It was not as if she had any important thing to do at the moment, the industry was still being set up, and they could always call her if they needed her -- it was just that the fact that she could be away for over a day, and none of her flat mates had noticed to call -- but then again, it was possible Tessa had already told them.

So far, she had not spoken to Karis, and somehow, even though her body craved his touch, she wished she could keep it that way. That way, she could think clearer.

She was at home now, listening to a recording of one the South American musicians at the arena when her door bell rang. Excited, she rushed over to open the door, Tessa had become a very close friend over the past few weeks and she looked forward to seeing her, Weruche had also given her the address -- it was a long reach, but perhaps, her friend had flown over to check up on