MAHALIA
I was in my blue-gray flannel PJs when I went out of the bathroom. Vasilios suddenly appeared sitting on the edge of my bed. He was half naked as usual and his eyes settled on my face when he turned his head to look at me.
“Why are you here?” I asked in a low voice and didn’t move from where I stood.
“It’s been days and you didn’t even talk to me,” he began. He looked so down and I could hear the pain in his voice, which made my heart being twisted, too.
“What’s there to talk about, Vasilios? You already know that I don’t want your magic to help me with my problem. I don’t want—”
“I’ll help you in any way I can, okay?”
I couldn’t talk for a few moments, trying to process what he said. “W
