In one carriage, Moira and Rosie were seated together, the latter being there much to Lareina's displeasure. While in another carriage…
''Are you awake?" Azrael glanced at the woman who had her eyes closed for some hours by now. Her brows furrowed at his question but she did not move as much.
Even when the roads get bumpy, she would clutch something tightly as if she was holding onto her dear life but her eyes would never open.
Like right now, the woman's closed eyes seemed slightly strained at this point in time.
In the end, Azrael pinched the spot between his brows and coldly declared, ''I would not talk to you, if that is what you want.''
A pair of beautiful hazel eyes opened immediately, taking in the sight of the places outside.
"_"
When the carriages stopped, Lareina was surprised because the sight of the place was familiar.
It was the ghost market they had visited a few days ago.
