38. Love or Hate

KASH.

Two more days have passed, and we have been travelling mostly by car since then, without stopping, but today something wasn’t right and Ziahra was adamant we’ll be stopping at a place to stay for the night.

The decision was abrupt, but no one questioned her and I didn’t manage to get her alone to ask her what was going on either.

It was actually the last of my concerns, especially since Evelyn was no longer eating and she was refusing to speak, simply nodding when spoken to, almost as if she didn’t want to communicate with anyone.

Zerachiel was as arrogant as ever, but didn’t seem bothered by her silence.

Ragnar had said she had been crying after Zerachiel had talked to her, and it makes me wonder if he had said something to make her end up like this.

I’ve been watching him, and the more I see of him, the less I like him. To me, it feels as if he’s the only bad thing about Zedkiel himself.

“Are you alright?” I ask Evelyn as she settles down onto the bed in her motel room.