EnnuiThe sound of an unfamiliar voice pierced through Lyssa’s ears. She shifted on the bed that she sat upon and looked at the door. Rusl seemed to stiffen.
“He’s coming,” the boy murmured. Shifting at the edge momentarily, he sighed and slacked; then Rusl prompted her, his words cutting through a wall of static. Lyssa watched his lips move as he emitted words. “How are you feeling?” A calm smile came to his face.
Lyssa, in reply, didn’t smile to soften her unkempt appearance. She breathed in with an even expression and that signature glassy stare before resting her chin on her knees. She blinked. When it seemed like no words would be spoken, only then did she part her lips and utter, “Mmhn.”
The words that Lyssa would have replied with were never born, murdered by the cry of rusty hinges. The door closed just as quickly and, as Lyssa looked, she was captivated by piercing blue eyes that were owned by an equally capt
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