“Where are you going?”

Dashtan looked at Rakia who was passing through the living room wearing black jeans with torn accents on her thighs combined with a long-sleeved shirt that looked a little oversized in blue jeans. Rakia rolled up the sleeves of her elbow-length shirt in a rather large roll. She had her hair in a ponytail but there were a few hairs that fell to the side of her face. In Dashtan’s eyes right now, Rakia looked like fresh meat that provoked the beast inside him to feast on it.

“I’m going to meet Lizzy, I’ll be home before dinner,” Rakia said then continued her steps after turning...