Maya adjusted the pillows behind her even though there was no reason to but what else could she do while stuck in his room when he said nothing as he sat across from her?
His seat was only a few feet away from her, and the bed was in his direct line of sight. It was hard not to notice he had not said a single word after he chased Alaina out of the room, nor did he directly look at her.
He was dressed in loose black pants and wore a tunic of the same color. It looked similar to the one she had on. His hair was no longer as wet but it didn't look fully dry.
"I am sorry," Maya heard herself say.
After fiddling with the pillows, she was now fiddling with her fingers. The silence was eating at her. She needed something to fill it, else the anxiety would crush her.
"Sorry?" Keenan asked, a dark look on his face as he adjusted his gaze to stare directly at her. "What exactly are you apologizing for?"
