I exhaled softly, lowering my gaze slightly, letting a small, sheepish smile tug at my lips.
"An angel?" I murmured, shaking my head as if embarrassed by the notion. "That's… quite the exaggeration."
Izzar's expression remained stiff, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the slight twitch of her fingers. Her reddish-blue eyes flickered between uncertainty and disbelief.
"No," she muttered, almost to herself. "It's not."
With a sharp inhale, she forced herself to move, stepping back from the table and rubbing her temples as if trying to clear her thoughts. I watched as she took a seat, her movements deliberate, grounding herself.
"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," she admitted, her voice carrying an edge of frustration.
Her honesty was disarming.
