Once we were in the drawing room—the one that I usually occupied during the daytime when I didn’t know what to do with myself while Dae was in his office—I sat down on the daybed beneath the far window. I had wasted no time in doing so, and by the looks of it, Dae had been quite caught off guard by what I was doing. He looked out of place, his eyes moving from place to place as he tried to take in everything that was going on around us—not that there was actually anything going on, either.
I got the impression that he hadn’t been in this drawing room in quite some time. I was almost certain of the fact that he was scared that something was going to jump out from somewhere and try and attack him. And if that wasn’t what he was thinking, then I was yet to come up with a reaso. As to why hi
