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She leaned into his touch, tipping her head to look at him. "No. But that's okay."
Eli was fuming. "You can't do this, August! We have a deal!" August looked annoyed, a twig in his hair. "Hello, Aspen. Good to see you."
She looked relieved. "Really?"
She left, closing the door behind her.
"That's the thing, Sam. I keep waiting for it to get better and it keeps not getting better."
They returned about half an hour later, with Eli berating a frazzled August, who remained unharmed.
She continued for a few minutes, double-checking their condition before dropping her hands. "There. How's that feel?"
She straightened up, nodding. "Good. Obviously, you will not be providing the flowers for our wedding, so any involvement with us or our family...
She was quiet for a moment, her arms around his waist. "I don't want to feel like this anymore."
He left the cave, breaking into a run.
She embraced that feeling, closing her eyes.
"Stop talking to him. Stop seeing him. And stop kissing him." She leaned down, fixing Avice with an icy stare. "You think this is a frivolous...
She stiffened as he pulled her into his arms, looking up at him nervously before relaxing and burying her face in his chest.
"Of course."
She began to think of her sister again, trying to summon that feeling.
“I’m aware,” she said coldly. “Stay away from my fiancé, Ms. Rohesia. Never talk to him again. Do I make myself clear?”
“I mean it. I don’t want to be alive. I just want to stop feeling like this.”
“That’s probably for the best.”
She nodded, coming over and cupping his wings in her hands.
Alexandria stood there, her gaze cold and sharp. “Hello, Avice. Expecting someone?”
