VALORIA WILDEROSE
"What?"
I stare between him and my friends cowering by the side, like a horrid beast has come into our presence, half scared that he might actually do something insane.
Rather, Azrael looks at me, a small displeased frown on his face like I've punched him or stolen his favorite toy from him.
"Be honest. You think I'm an ogre too, don't you?" His frown deepens.
I doubt if he's serious right now—if that's what's most important right now—but then I actually think about it.
Since he's asking, I might as well be honest. No point lying about it.
"Well, if I'm being honest… grumpy cold-hearted Shrek doesn't seem that far off from what you've been putting off?" I admit finally after much hesitation.
I try to go easy on the honesty, laying it on like a thin spread of butter with a bit of reluctance to sell it, but it slides out way too effortlessly than intended.
His offense deepens, scoffing and rolling his eyes at me while huffing out hot air with a dry chuckle.
