Amyra looked at Azier with a face that was so sour, he could taste it on his tongue.
"Baby... are you really angry at her? She had nothing to do with what happened to you." He asked tenderly as they walked outside into the forest for privacy.
"You smell like her...." Amyra pointed out angrily.
"Yeah...I share a bed with her. She's terrified of the dark," he explained truthfully, but based on the way she crossed her arms and turned her head aside, she wasn't open to a conversation right now.
He could tell she just wanted to rant....so rant he allowed her.
"You know you killed her father, right? Does she know about that? She seems awfully cozy for someone to know such a thing."
He hissed as he hushed her, even though he was certain that no one could hear them. "No. I don't exactly know how to approach that subject, Amyra. How do you tell someone you mistakenly killed the only person who loved them in a blind rage?"
