Chapter 25

Mary

Even though the bed and the noises of the place were strange, I did not take long to fall asleep. I woke up a few times during the night, just to look around and get myself situated, then went back to sleep.

One of these times I could swear that Pyotr was standing in the doorway, watching me sleep. But surely I was dreaming. Why would he do something like this?

When I woke up the next day, Libby was asleep beside me in bed. I moved carefully so as not to awaken her, making my way to the living room as soon as I could get out of bed. Pyotr was in the kitchen, his back to me squeezing some oranges for a juice.

" Need some help? " I questioned, noticing the perfectly arranged couch.

It was barely seven in the morning, why is he up already?

" Did you sleep well? " He questioned, looking over his shoulder. “I am preparing Záftrak.”

" Zá... what? " I frowned, coming around the counter and standing beside him.

" Záftrak," he laughed, "time to enjoy the morning.”

" You mean breakfast? "