Sitting on his bed again in the quiet afternoon felt surreal to Eva. The hours she'd spent alone, tangled in her thoughts, seemed pointless now; instead of finding clarity, she felt more troubled than ever.
Xylon sat in his usual chair by the desk, watching her from a distance, his gaze inscrutable as always. She could never quite read him.
"Thanks for bringing …me back," she managed to say softly, though the words felt oddly formal.
He gave a sarcastic smile in response. "Were you looking for someone?" he asked, his tone laced with irony.
She nodded, meeting his eyes briefly, though it took every ounce of courage.
"You can rest assured that the bastard is never going to see the light." he spat.
Eva felt a chill creep over her as Xylon's laughter filled the small room, sharp and unsettling.
She remained silent, knowing any word—any look—could provoke him further.
His mention of "the bastard" left no doubt in her mind that he meant X.
