A few minutes later, they both sat by the table. Steam was slowly rising from the two cups of freshly made fragrant herbal tea. The cold wind outside was picking up, whistling in all the nooks and crannies, as it tried to enter through the poorly isolated windows…
Which was the only sound that could be heard inside. Although Remi had promised to talk, minutes had passed, and he was still sitting quietly with his mouth shut and an uneasy expression painted on his face.
Eventually, Felix got tired of waiting. "So?" He lifted his brows. "I'm listening."
"Yes, well…" Remi rubbed his hands on his thighs. "I don't know where to start…"
"From the beginning," Felix scoffed, almost rolling his eyes. "How did you get this curse? And how is it connected to me?"
