“Well, you’re definitely pretty deep in thought,” Chlo replied, her gaze stuck on the guy. She hadn’t seen him since they had to evacuate the main HQ, and although she didn’t know the guy too well, something was definitely off. She didn’t have to be best friends with him to understand that. The subject change made it even more evident. “I’m fine, thank you, though. But anyways, this isn’t about me…how are you doing? It’s been a while.”
“Better, much better. The whole temporary amnesia thing definitely wore off after a few hours in London.” Caerus nodded, drumming his fingers against an empty scotch glass. It was difficult for him to come home in a time of crisis then be evacuated somewhere else. He spent the past three years of his life holed up in a cabin in Iceland, right now felt no different. “It has been-- well, it’s been a while without major conflict. I suppose that’s good.”
















