Selene
"What now, Fiery?" He looked at me, irritated.
"Can I do all my work here? please?"
"No-"
I cut him off, "Please, please, please, please please. I promise I won't trouble. I just want to stay with you." I wanted to stay with him because after the conversating in the car, I knew he felt uneasy with himself, angry with himself, blaming himself for what his father did to me. And I felt uneasy too, so I figured I wanted to work with him.
Azriel's stern expression softened, and he sighed, clearly conflicted between his irritation and my persistent pleas. "Fine, but don't distract me," he relented, gesturing for me to sit on the couch in his office.
"Yay! Thank you, Azzy!" I bounced over to the couch, feeling a rush of triumph. This was my chance to break through his stoic exterior, to make him see that even in the darkest moments, there could be a spark of joy.
