While Ziana enjoyed the simplicity of her mundane day, Zayden had to endure the torment inflicted by his overbearing mother. She had jolted him awake with a distorted cry, demanding to arrange a briefing quickly. And now, they all awaited the grand entrance of this old hag through the forbidden door of the Afterlife.
"My head hurts," Yael grumbled, still feeling the effects of last night's party, leaning on Lia's shoulder. Among the reapers, he was the most vulnerable, perpetually struggling to adapt to human lifestyles, yet he recklessly threw himself into such moronic gatherings.
"Should I get you another drink?" Zayden mockingly offered, his voice tinged with feigned concern. His eyes darted toward Lia and Xavier, the culprits behind his condition, but they wisely avoided his gaze. Yael pouted but remained silent, despite having consumed only a few glasses of alcohol.
