Always ask for trouble
That night, Raine had a hard time finding her sleep. She got up from bed and prepared some tea to drink on her balcony. It was already cold outside, and she hated the cold. And yet she had the urge to feel the cold of the night for some reason.
"So Nathaniel might spare me, but not my father," she whispered while staring at the cup in her hand.
"Are you going to just stare at your tea? It'll get cold," Tyrone breathed. And as usual, he brought a blanket with him and wrapped it around Raine.
"Why do you like going out on your balcony in thin clothes when it's so cold outside," he scolded as he sat on the chair beside Raine.
"Maybe because I know you will pop out like that and bring a blanket with you? Why are you also outside?" Raine asked. She had let Tyrone use the room next to her with a shared balcony.