"Why does your face look that way? You look worried," Ava said softly, her brows knitting together as she studied Azazel's face.
Azazel paused mid-step, then turned toward her.
A tired sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, the playful spark he usually carried noticeably absent.
"I pissed bro off this morning," he admitted, shaking his head.
"And now everything is coming back flying at me." He let out a short, humorless chuckle before continuing.
"Even though I know I have sis, so technically I shouldn't bother… but I know my brother well."
He glanced away, jaw tightening slightly. "He may choose to agree to her request," Azazel added, exhaling through his nose, "but he will still find a way to punish me. That part is guaranteed."
Ava hummed thoughtfully, lips pursed as she watched him. Then she stepped closer, her voice calm and reassuring.
