Now that they had resumed their journey, he noticed something odd—Azalea wasn't heading toward the city's exit gate. Instead, she seemed to be taking a different route.
"That's right," she confirmed.
"Then why does it feel like we're heading deeper into the city instead? Did you, by any chance, lose your way? I once heard that women are terrible with directio—"
He abruptly cut himself off, realizing he was about to step into a dangerous zone.
A bright, genuine smile spread across Azalea's face. "Good. Now, let's go to sleep."
"Hm? I'll send you off to your room, then," Lumien said as he sat up briskly.
"What do you mean to send me off?" Azalea was stunned. She didn't wait for an explanation, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him back down onto the bed.
Thud!
Lumien stumbled, landing back in the same spot he'd just vacated with a dumbstruck look on his face.
Damn it!
