Chapter 6
- ♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱
- He was still there when I woke up, and he was still there the next night and the next.
- He was always there when my eyes opened, his fingers touching my skin with an almost theatrical care. It was different from history, it was almost the complete opposite, and I could remember Asra's words perfectly.