Lotte hadn’t forgotten about the lessons – whenever she was alone in her apartment, she was tense, waiting for it to come again. Sometimes, if she was reading or talking to people on the forums she could forget that it could come at any moment and she’d taken to that as a means to distract herself. She’d borrowed a copy of Romeo and Juliet from the library a while ago and was still slogging through it. Though reading it had made her think of Bran and the events of that evening nearly a month ago, it kept her mind off the voice. She was too horrified by the fact that this was considered one of the greatest romances at all time.
She had been going over the death scene with furrowed when she heard him. The book fell from her hands, bouncing off the edge of the bed and to the ground. Her hands dug into the comforter on her bed, trying to calm down. It was just the voice after all.
“I’m here,” she called out, her own voice shaking slightly. “Are we going to have a lesson today?”