"I think it's time I get a new look, don't you think?" Otto winked at me.
I stared at him blankly.
Then at the absurd sketch of him on the poster.
Then back at him again.
Despite the tension sitting heavy in my chest, a small, unwilling laugh escaped me.
Otto frowned at me. "What is so funny."
But I went on laughing.
He grumbled to himself something inaudibly until I wiped the tears off my eyes.
And the he smiled as though delighted I was happy and I could now forget my ordeal
It didn't.
But still…
for a moment, it felt good to breathe.
He crumpled the posters and shoved them deep into his bag, glancing around the busy square with narrowed eyes.
"Jasmine," he murmured under his breath, "we shouldn't linger here. Not with these posters out in the open."
I nodded, clutching my cloak tighter around myself.
We pushed back into the crowd, letting the press of people swallow us.
