Isadora's eyes were fixated on the lamp, at the center, watching the flame flicker from the wind coming from the window.
The wood made loud creaking noises until Logi shut it closed. "Fucking wind," he mumbled.
He walked back to sit in a corner, keeping his eyes on Isadora with her knees to her chest. She had been like this for days, not eating or talking, except to ask about the progress on their search for Kraven.
"Isadora," Logi began.
This was his usual attempt daily, and each time he would shift a wrap of bread for her, which Marek had snuck.
They had stayed hidden for days after Kraven was taken. The defenses around the Tower were tighter, restricting any movement.
One step out of this loft would mean definite capture.
It was thanks to Marek that they had this place to stay. It was a loft no one knew about, not even Aric.
Marek mentioned it was his safe place where he came each time he was burdened by training and wanted an escape.
That safe place became theirs.
