After dinner, everyone turned in for the night. Lily still didn't show her face even once. The next day, most of us woke up late for breakfast.
No one could blame us for savoring the luxury of actual bedding after spending weeks (if not months by Earth's standard time) wandering through a nightmare-infested jungle.
Honestly, I didn't even want to get out of bed. Half because I was still sore and bone-tired, and the other half because I spent most of the night tossing and turning.
Why did her reaction bother me so much?
Should I apologize?
How would I even apologise?
Wait a second! I'm her Master! She should be the one apologizing to me!
Thoughts like those kept bombarding my mind in a loop.
By the time I finally dragged my sorry self down to the dining hall, the sun was high enough to be offensive.
The smell of an actual, decadent breakfast — sizzling bacon, toasted bread, exotic soups, and expensive teas — was like a glimpse of heaven.
