AVALINE

Our eyes clashed in a staring contest. I tried to give him my fiercest look to match his effortlessly vicious one.

“Fine.”

I blinked. I almost reached for my ears to clean them because it felt like I heard wrong. Czar actually conceded.

“R-really?”

He nodded. I wanted to stand up and slap him, just to make sure that whatever I was witnessing wasn’t just temporary insanity that would disappear in moments.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” he asked.

I raised my mug. “Not yet, ...