Melody's expression softened, her sapphire eyes shimmering with a brief vulnerability. But in the next instant, she turned her head sharply, a faint pink hue blooming on her cheeks.
"It's fine… I probably would've lashed out if you hadn't," she muttered.
Michael smiled. She was probably telling the truth. If he hadn't snapped at Braydon, he could easily picture Melody delivering a verbal—and possibly magical—beatdown in his place.
Just as his thoughts were beginning to drift, he felt warm breath against his cheek.
He jerked back instinctively, only to find Rudy inches from his face, scrutinizing him with intense curiosity.
"Are you sure you two aren't really engaged?" Rudy asked, deadpan.
Michael shot him a glare, ready to fire back—but then he froze. A cold realization crept in as he remembered the information he was meant to relay to his friend.
"I forgot to tell you…" he said, voice turning serious. "Rudy… it happened again."
