♱ Chapter • 39 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

Asra was asleep when I entered her room. Her face was slightly contorted in a position that did not seem comfortable to me, but still she slept peacefully.

"I should go back" I told myself, as I tried to convince myself, but before I knew it, I was next to her bed...