He read through it quietly. Every word felt personal… it was too personal for him to say out loud. It wouldn't be as heartfelt if he did it himself.
So he handed the paper back.
She snatched it from him with a pout, her cheeks had completely turned as red as a tomato.
Then she slipped it into her storage ring.
"You're very mean and you lack manners," she said, crossing her arms. "My father could have you beheaded for this… you know?"
"Beheadings still happen?" Azel asked, raising a brow.
"That was like fifty years ago," Sybil replied flatly. "But that's not the point. Come on… I want to tell you the reasons."
"Come where?" Azel asked but then he felt his body lift from the ground.
The wind moved beneath him, lifting him up.
"Wait… we're going into the sky again?"
