Doren
He was sweating as he ran his knuckles under the tap. They were already swelling, and the water that rushed over his hand was tinted pink as it swirled its way down the drain. He had no idea how long the knocking at his door had been going on when he finally turned off the tap and wrapped his hand in a towel. He hurried to answer, hoping it was August, realizing at the last minute that August would probably not come to the hall door but opt for the more private entry between their two spaces, and caught himself mid-word as he flung it open.
“Oh! You are here.” Ursula smiled at him with perfect teeth. “I was just thinking it best to leave. That perhaps you were already at the party.” Her eyes swept down him and she lifted an eyebrow. “Or maybe you were…how to say…busy?”
Doren’s eye
