"...How have you been?" Delwyn asked coldly, staring into my eyes. "Azariah."
I felt a throbbing pain in my forehead as I focused on them.
Ruby quietly walked in front of Ethan as if shielding him, while Delwyn stood at the forefront.
"Delwyn," I mumbled as I stepped forward, gazing around the place.
It wasn't raining here. The sky was clear with a gentle light illuminating the area, but there was no sun.
Old, broken stone pillars were sprawled across the place, with five huge angelic statues spread out at different corners, their faces blurred.
"What are you doing, Azariah!?" My gaze shifted back to Ruby, who yelled at me.
I felt my blood boiling as I looked at that girl.
I have never—
And would never—forget how Aaliyah died in my hands.
Even though I will always blame myself for her death.
All of this might not have happened if she had just not been close to me.
