Chapter 8
Aria Amethyst's Point of View
"Still not turning in?" Thadeus inquired after shutting his book. My gaze fell to my feet, and I shook my head.
"Not yet. Sleep's dodging me," I admitted. It's true; the sandman hasn't paid me a visit. My mind's a whirlwind of thoughts.
"Then, try. It's past 11," he suggested. Catching Thadeus staring at me, I offered a smile.
"I'll head up soon. You're likely ready for bed," I replied. He shrugged.
"Sort of," he admitted with restraint. I chuckled softly.
"Then, off to bed," I advised. He seemed tired; we'd been at the pool for over an hour, and he'd buried himself in his book for quite some time.
Ever since he complimented my eyes, silence reigned between us. I don't know why. After that mention, he averted his gaze and didn't speak again.
