Chapter 32

The truth does not shake me for long on the dark waves of lightness. The fog clears and I recognize the basilisk's room. The curtains are drawn, and there are several open books on the table. Red's clothes are on the chair next to the bed.

He lies on his back on the bed. The face is relaxed, there are no glasses that irritate me in my eyes. And his whole appearance is so attractive that I do not deny myself the pleasure of quietly sneaking up to him.

Breathing even, I was not noticed. To play pranks, right? This is a dream, or an astral projection, whatever…...