Chapter 45: The Real Proposal

Azrel

Azrel’s breath was coming in short gasps.

“Where are we going?” Anaya clutched his arm harder as he guided them through the darkness, his senses leading the way.

Azrel had been thinking about how he felt for Anaya as he flew back to the castle. He was lucky to reach her in time. He made a promise that if he saw her again he would forgive her and never let her go again.

“You might recognize it.” Azrel took them to the steep cliff. He held her closer to his chest.

“Hang on tightly,” he whispered into the top of her head.

She did as she was told and he hopped off the small cliff and she squeaked and he laughed as they landed softly, their feet firmly on the ground.

“That's new.” Anaya mused as the feathers from his wings tickled her face. They shrank from his back as they ran toward the cave that held the temple.

“Oh yes, now I remember.” Anaya grew quiet. She shook his grip away and he was left standing alone.