~°~Chapter Ninety-three~°~

I don't get the chance to corner Yanis until it's evening, Dale is already back and he's making dinner while Shana and Virgil are helping him out. At least I hoped that was what they were doing.

"What is it?" Yanis asks nervously when I drag him into my room.

I push him on the bed and scrutinize him a bit, while he just adjusts his glass nervously.

I'm not exactly sure how to phrase my question without coming off like I had eavesdropped on their conversation, so I just try to be as vague as possible.

"What are you hiding from me?" I ask him quietly, keeping a straight face, making sure to keep my eyes close to him so that he's extra uncomfortable.

"Err, I-I don't know what you mean." He stammers lightly, refusing to make eye contact.

He's lying…

I fake a hurt gasp, pressing a hand to my chest - is that where my heart is? Is it the left or the right side again? - well, it didn't matter.