Chapter 176: Frosting, Threats, and Sugar-Bribes
Elyn's POV
I was holding hands with two children who could not have been more different if they tried.
Aziren walked on my left, his grip warm and enthusiastic, swinging our joined hands slightly as if every step was a small celebration. He was still laughing under his breath, the sound bubbling up from his chest in little bursts, like the joy from the picnic had not yet settled and refused to stay quiet.
Honestly, the picnic had been enjoyable, to say the least. Aziren told me stories about what he and his mother usually did on picnics and also about his father. It was obvious from the way he spoke that he loved both his parents dearly.
On my right was Azerion.
Azerion, who had frosting on his face. And I don't even mean a little frosting. When it came to anything sweet, there was never anything little when it came to Azerion—it was always a lot.
