Kai sat cross-legged on the floor of Kleo's bedroom. He slept on the floor the night before while she took the bed, or what could be described as one.
Several planks of wood rested on the ground, and a large sack filled with stuffing was used as the mattress. The blanket was an assortment of clothing stitched together.
His knees ached against warped floorboards and a cracked mirror rested on the windowsill in front of him.
Early morning light filtered through the grime-caked glass, casting a pale glow over his shifting features.
Features he'd been working on for over an hour.
He stared at his reflection. Not his reflection, but something new. Something carefully constructed.
