Hours went by.

The room was set up like a battleground by Maya. In order to provide a barrier between me and the bed where Michael was pinned, she had relocated the heavy tables.

She had plotted the location where she and Selene would stand watch, prepared to attack if Rhys managed to escape.

However, the actual conflict was taking place on the floor beside me.

I had taken the time to look for a translation error.

I searched for a metaphor, a deeper meaning, anything that would allow me ...