(From Blue's Perspective)
Demian was concentrating hard. It was not obvious if you did not know him. He made so little expressions. But if you knew him like I did, you could see the slightest change in him.
Melissa was sitting on the iron bed (it was really uncomfortable even to look at), looking disheveled. Her curly blond hair was piled on top of her head in a bun.
"Hello, Melissa," I said.
Melissa looked up. There was a glossy look in her eyes. Had she been crying? She did not look like it.
"Quite a situation it is," I said and took a step forward. "What did Azure threaten you with?"
"No one threatened me," she said. Her voice was firm and clear. But really, she was a kid to me. Well, she was older than me physically as she was twenty-six and I still remained twenty-five. But I was older than her mentally. I could sense when she was lying.