Gara shifted uncomfortably in the too-small robe. He glanced down, relieved that at least the dampness on his chest was no longer exposed.
Langga's words about Vania lingered in his mind. Truthfully, he had noticed it too. Lately, the way Vania looked at him had changed.
Sometimes he caught her watching him with an expression he couldn't quite understand. But he knew one thing for sure—it wasn't malice.
It's good if she's really changed, Gara thought. At least she didn't turn out as extreme as Mona. When I return this robe, I'll give her some Alrova products she likes.
Lost in his thoughts, Gara didn't realize someone was waiting in front of his room.
"Boy, how are you busier than the vice headmaster?"
Gara jumped when he saw Agus Soren standing there, arms crossed, staring at him sharply.
"Sir! Why didn't you contact me first?" Gara blurted out.
Who would dare make someone of such high standing in the kingdom wait? A twinge of guilt crept into Gara's chest.
