Surely that can’t be it.
Can it?
But gosh, that would actually be kinda romantic.
You glance at Ziros again, half-expecting him to turn toward you and smirk. Maybe to tease you.
To do anything to wash that silly thought out of your mind.
But he just keeps going as if he hasn’t even noticed you woke up.
Alrighty then…
“Well?” Elena asks, as if she thinks maybe you forgot her question.
You take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly.
“Yes,” you say at last. “Please show me. After all…” You glance at Ziros again. “Ididmake him a promise. And I don’t intend to go back on my word.”
Elena smiles. “Of course the Chosen One would be so honorable. Though as he is a demigod, and a notoriously wild one at that, perhaps it would be safer if you kept him under your command.”
You swear you see a muscle in his neck twitch at the word ‘command’, but maybe that’s just your imagination.
It’s probably just a spasm from working out for such an insanely long time.
That’s got to be it.
Because if he was conscious, not in some sort of weird trance, there’s absolutely no way he wouldn’t have just…stopped.
Right?
Like, surely he would have at least turned around to make sure you were okay now that you’re awake again after being knocked unconscious by a monster attack.
But nope.
He just keeps going and going.
You look back at Elena. “A promise is a promise, so please show me.”
“Very well indeed,” she says, getting up with a groan, shaking her head at Ziros. “My knees sure aren’t what they used to be. Ah, to be immortal. Must be nice.”
You laugh nervously, glancing at Ziros, but he still doesn’t look your way.
Is it really okay to leave him doing push-ups like this?
Is he…stuck or something?
But the old sorceress Elena beckons for you to follow her. “This way, child. Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”
“A walk?” You glance out the dark window. “Now?”
“You want to know how to set him free, do you not?”
You gulp, glancing back at Ziros again.
At his sculpted arms and tense shoulders, and the push-ups he just keeps doing. Up, down. Up, down. He’s like a machine.
A very handsome machine.
