My first instinct was to fight.
With my breath hitched, I nearly summoned my Origin Card. I was ready to reach down, touch the reinforced steel floor, and dismantle the entire fucking structure of this ship.
After all, I could survive the mist outside, but Vereshia, no matter how strong she was, could not.
Thankfully, I didn't do that. I held onto my nerves and didn't do anything rash.
It turned out Vereshia had just swirled to put the water bottle on the side table. But then she stood and took a step in my direction. Then she took a few more.
I watched her approach, wondering if she was going to walk straight into me. My heartbeat picked up again. I even took a step back but found my back pressed to the wall.
I gulped anxiously. Before I could have a heart attack, though, the silver-haired girl stopped right beside the desk, reached for a drawer there, and pulled it open.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
…God, I was getting paranoid.
