Gabbi's heart raced as she stared at Azreal's hand, the warmth of his fingers beckoning her. There was a childlike fascination in his eyes, a glimmer of excitement that made her own lips tug into a smile. It was almost as if he had just discovered something thrilling, something that filled him with a sense of adventure and wonder. That emotion was contagious, and she felt a flutter deep in her chest.
Her hand moved without hesitation, slipping into his. His hand was warm, secure, and when they clasped together, it was as if the world around them fell away. A sense of belonging washed over her—like they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
Azreal tugged her along, and with a burst of laughter, they both took off running down the hallway. It was childish, reckless, and absolutely exhilarating. Their footsteps echoed through the long corridors, a sharp contrast to the usual solemnity that filled the palace.
