His voice was sharp and bright, a series of questions almost without pause.
As he spoke, he flew halfway around the room, finally hovering in front of Selene.
Selene smiled and extended her finger, the pad facing up, steadily offering it to him.
Hayden immediately landed on it, clutching her skin firmly with tiny claws.
She looked into his round eyes.
"Why do you change every night on time? Are you pretending?"
She indeed had reasons to suspect.
During the day, Hayden was cold and reticent, almost expressionless, speaking concisely to the point of stiffness.
But come night, his behavior completely transformed, becoming enthusiastic, talkative, even a bit coquettish.
He couldn't even maintain a stable human form, only able to move in the form of a Little Butterfly.
She had tried several times to bring up events from the previous night during the day.
Each time, Hayden displayed a completely unfamiliar expression.
He couldn't recall anything he said or did.
