"Fruitfly, don't say such words easily. You can't take back those things." Azrael's face turned cold, snatching the bottle from his hand and gulping down.
"Doesn't being married itself mean family?" August questioned, curious why she thinks they are not. He was not joking when he said he takes her as a family.
"If being married means family then our kind definitely f**ked it up badly." She scoffed thinking about her parents.
Those two dumbshits acted like two horny teenagers thinking they are some kind of Romeo and Juliet. Look at them now, one of them captivated somewhere by her crimes and another living like a nomad and planning his daughter's murder. Such great parents, no one should take advice from them.
"Well, they can be a lesson to take it seriously." August shrugged, both breaking out into laughter.
"It was good to know you, fruit fly." Azrael blurted out, her eyes looking at the northern lights.
