Azlynn’s P.O.V.
“You gotta be kidding me, Ann!”
Following me to my apartment’s living room, Demrid was growling nonstop, he was hell pissed after our interaction with Xavion. He closed the door with a loud bang and spat out.
“You and trusting Xavion’s hollow words? I thought you were better than this, Ann!”
Clenching his fists, he glared at me, demanding an explanation as his anger was touching the roof. I took a deep breath and poured him a glass of Scotch, he needed to calm down before a civilized conversation.
“Demrid, it’s not about cavern words. It’s about principles!”
Demrid scowled and emptied the glass in one go. His voice raised an octave as he said.
“Don’t talk about principles here, Ann. What you did was entirely wrong.”
His severe disagreement with my decision gave me
