KARIN POV
“You never grew tired before so easily,” Ansel teased me as he continued to play his piano.
I leer at him. “I also was much younger, and you could play without botching a note. I guess a lot of things have changed.” He returned my glare, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Our banter has grown into something that I look forward to everyday. It reminded me of when we were younger and though he was sickly, Ansel could mentally spar with me better than anyone else.
“Fine, Little Wolf, if you think you’re up for the challenge, how about we put your pointers to the test?”
I arch my eyebrow at him. “What do you have in mind?” Instead of responding, Ansel changes the tempo of the song to something unfamiliar. “I don’t think I know this song,” I say.
“That’s because I’m making it up
