'CAN I GO.?'
Every cell in Spitfire wanted to tell her about how much he hated her idea. How much he just wanted for them to stay the way they were inside that lair. How every mortal face that passed his view reminded him of the Escovians he killed.
His answer could have been absolute. It surely could have if only his mortal wasn't looking at him softly. Then as if her warmth wasn't melting his decision bad enough, she sweetly smiled.
He could have been mad. He wished he did. More so, when his fingers gripped the teacup, he was holding tighter but then... "We shall visit the mortals once you're better."
"What?" Tonya's eyebrows furrowed. Her smile appeared harder with each second that passed until she seemed to finally lose it, and she ended up tapping the table with her palm in disbe
