Malakai felt a change, like something was leaving his body, then silence. He couldn't hear Valentine anymore, a moment he loved.
A minute passed, then Valentine's voice returned, slightly breathless.
Malakai had no idea how that was possible, and he wisely chose not to ask. He wasn't about to patronize a talkative.
"There's nothing, Malakai. Just your maid. She's still sitting by your door. Poor woman. Are you sure she's a spy?"
"There's nothing? Are you sure?"
"I checked the mansion. Nothing."
'There should be something…'
Malakai frowned. He was so sure that people had been fighting. But he shook the thought away.
'Doesn't matter. As long as it didn't reach here.'
He forced himself to focus once more. Closing his eyes, he returned to listening for any sounds.
The night went by quickly, and just like that, morning came.
Malakai had been counting the hours in his mind. Of course, it wasn't an accurate count, but he was roughly right. Plus, he had a ghost to confirm for him.
