Wizardo's POV
I lowered my head in a deep bow. I know this was bound to happen.
"I have no excuse for what I did," I started, knowing it didn't escape his notice of how Amiel and I were. Even if we play it down, Seven knew me and her too well for the secret to stay hidden.
"It already happened," Seven whispered. He caught my gaze and offered a tight smile. "We cannot change it. But is she ready?"
His voice was soft—too quiet than his normal one. I lowered my head again.
"I'm sorry, and yes, she had long been ready."
Seven hummed weakly. It would take some time before he would fully recover.
"Keep her focused."
Seven reached for my hand. I stepped closer and let him clasp my hands in his. He gave me that gaze—one that he knew I couldn't defy him.
"Can I trust you with that?"
I lowered my head, squeezing his hand gently.
"You can count on that. I have no plans of disappointing you again."
