133. THE TEMPLE OF SIN

VINCENT

"I cannot believe you actually want to come out to this place. You never come to places like this. If I did not know you too well, I would say you were too religious for this place." James teased, sitting beside me in my car while I drove. I did not respond to him, keeping my eyes on the road instead.

"What's eating you up, friend? I feel kind of betrayed that you would not share with me." He sulked, but I was barely in the mood for a chitchat.

Almost two weeks had passed since the incident and I had met her once—two days ago—at a summit. She had eye-bags under her eyes and looked tired, like she was not getting enough rest or sleep. Katerina looked like she had lost a little weight too, and when she stared at me with those sad eyes and tried to smile at me but I turned away before she could finish the expression.

I had barely been able to stay away. It was like she was doing everything to get close to me, but I kept avoiding her, moving away, because at least, if I wan