"Alive."
"Not alive."
"Alive."
"Not alive."
Lylah plucked the last leaf off the plant with a bored expression, then sighed, tossing it aside as she gazed up at the bright sky.
Birds chirped, and a cool breeze grazed her skin. The morning was beautiful, yet it did nothing to ease the uneasiness gnawing at her.
“Are you alive, Aria?” she muttered, a leaf dangling from the corner of her mouth. “I’ve spent all my savings just to find you, so you’d better be—because if you're not, I’ll kill you.”
“My lady,” Ryder called from below, looking up at her. “It’s ready.”
A small smile crept onto Lylah’s face, and she began climbing down the massive tree with practiced ease. Her boots hit the grass with a soft thud as she dusted off her hands.
“Took them long enough,” she huffed as they made t
