Author’s Point of View

Zero a did not quite know what emotion she was supposed to feel after hearing his explanation.

“A-an unripe fruit? Excuse me? Who does he think he—”

“Shh… Go upstairs now.”

The warmth that had briefly shimmered in his gaze faded, replaced by a cold, shadowed chill that settled over him like dusk swallowing light. Zerina understood in that instant that she should not push him any further. Still, she could not help the agitation rising within her. ...