"Alright, I'll do it."
The words sounded steady, firm, without a hint of doubt. A simple sentence, yet it carried a weight that left me speechless. As if I—Azalea—had to admit that I trusted Kairi, even though half my heart couldn't forgive her yet.
I nodded slowly, turned, and was about to leave the room.
But before I could take a few steps, something stopped me.
She clasped my hand.
"What is it?" I asked somewhat sharply, more out of surprise than anger.
"Azalea..." Kairi looked at me intently. Not a piercing gaze, but sharp like glass: fragile, yet clear and painful.
"Do you really want to go there without knowing what will happen if you make even the slightest mistake?"
I snorted, feeling a little confused.
"Are you looking for death?"
However, my bluster was met with a subtle but terrifying threat.
Kairi's gaze deepened, darkened.
