Chapter 73 The Change Of Things

• I bent on the floor, Brum on all fours, wiping the floor dry with a cloth in hand. The kitchen had fell into utter silence from the second the king closed the door and we had both went our different ways, cleaning different parts of the kitchen.
• My mind was everywhere but nowhere, swallowing.
• Brum’s head tipped up, his eyes falling on mine as I settled on all fours too. I sighed, staring into his grey eyes.