VALORIA WILDEROSE
I slide into comfortable pants, baggy enough to hide my bone-thin thighs, and a loose shirt—against Yue's better judgment.
Left to her, I'd be dressed in a frilly sundress with makeup to impress. She insists that I'd look presentable, still caught up in her romance fantasies, but I know better.
I follow the tall, silent, brooding man down countless halls until we open into a courtyard, beautifully maintained, with classy, expensive furniture everywhere.
The amount of gold and extravagance scattered around is almost an eyesore.
The closer we draw to wherever Azrael is waiting, the more I feel my skin crawl. Shivers run down my spine as if alerting me to the approaching danger.
All my instincts are alarmed.
"Ah, there you are." I hear his voice before I see him, rising from where he sits with a large grin on his face—one I recognize instantly. I swallow.
He passes a single hand gesture before I'm dragged forward, standing right in front of him.
