/Madison's POV/
I'd just finished having breakfast when Aya showed up. She had a downcast look on her face as she walked, although it vanished immediately the moment her eyes fell on me.
Striking a weird pose as she leaned against the doorframe separating the kitchen from the dining room, she smirked. "I'm glad you look less half-dead than the last time I saw you."
"I'm sure I didn't look that bad," I defended, rinsing the last plate I'd just used for breakfast. The faint scent of toast and coffee still lingered in the air, mingling with the citrus scent of the kitchen cleaner.
I returned to the sitting room with Aya. The morning light streaming through the curtains softened her features.
"I'm glad you look better at least, really." She sounded pretty sincere about that, so I responded with a smile.
"What exactly really happened out there?" she asked, and I hesitated.
