Mika stepped into the quiet room, the heavy click of the door shutting behind him echoing louder than it should have. Anya trailed right behind, her head lowered, her face pale.
For a long moment, Mika simply stood there, his back to her, his hand on the doorknob, as his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts
'So...What am I supposed to do now?'
Charlotte and the others probably thought he'd already decided, that he was going to punish Anya harshly, cut her down with judgment.
But in truth, Mika felt more confused than anything.
Yes, he had looked frightening when he'd called her in, but that was only because he himself didn't know what to do.
His brows furrowed as he turned slightly, his face caught between frustration and pity.
Anya had spoken cruelly in the heat of anger, but...she hadn't broken the rules. Not really. He knew Anya. There was no way in hell she would ever touch Maria, no matter how furious she was.
She knew better than that.
