MOAB

Chapter 8i

Chapter 8i

Ourania decided to cook him a new recipe. People needed variety in their food. Unfortunately, the native Greek cuisine was rather rough on the stomach and she didn’t want to disturb his recent gnosis state.

She opened Thalia’s cookbook, and looked for something within parameters. She decided on a recipe, but chose to forgo the garlic. While preparing the kitchenware she jerked her head up.

She looked through the door. Silently, she walked near the gap like a feline predator.

Yanni was sneaking to the window, attempting to open it silently.

With a few quick long strides she reached up to him and threw him across the room. The wall that she had flung him to would have dropped picture frames on his head, if it not were for Ourania’s minimal approach to her surroundings. The picture frames had left distinctly lighter paint underneath their former places on the wall.

Yanni lost consciousness from the impact for a full minute.

He woke up to a massage.

“You are insane. No, to be insane you have to have sanity in the first place. You are just broken,” he told her, grunting from the pain.

“I hope you don’t try anything like that again,” she said, tending to his back.

He slapped her hand away and put his shirt on.

“Just let me go,” he said plainly.

“Do you really want to? You cannot argue that you haven’t made progress with my help.”

“No, I agree, but this is not how it works.”

She stared at him for a few seconds and then brought her blue purse. She took out the small globe, and presented it to him.

“Hold it, and order me again.”

He grabbed it as quickly as was humanly possible and spat out, “LET ME GO you f*****g monster!”

“Very well,” she said. She seemed hurt. Keeping her head low she walked to the door and simply left.

Yanni stayed there, clutching the globe and staring at the street outside.