「The next day.」
When Shiayar opened his eyes again, he saw that the sky outside the window was still dark, with only a faint light at the horizon's end. This moment was the darkest time before dawn. In the dead silence before dawn, one could hear the long breaths coming from the distant meditation room.
Last night, after washing the dishes, Ennie had kept her promise and allowed Shiayar to enjoy the much-longed-for pleasure of resting his head on a perfect, short-skirted lap pillow on the bed. So, Shiayar had slept very soundly that night.
But when Shiayar awoke, there was no one beside his pillow. Only the neatly folded quilt remained, along with the faint fragrance of sandalwood unique to a young girl.
It was Enola's routine to get up at five-thirty every morning, then head to the meditation room to practice. She had been doing this ever since they moved to this residence in the Black Lily District.
