Holding the inability to witness further of their adoration and romance, Zephyr walked away, searching for Azura.
Also using it as a source to shift his mind from how that guy kissed her knuckles that made his jaw clenched.
"Tsk, what is her problem? Who lets a stranger kiss their hands?" He hissed under his breath furiously.
It was so damn displeasing.
Near the inn, he found Azura with a guy who was near her, flirting openly with her.
"Well, if you don't mind, I would really appreciate it if we go out,"
"Uh… but," She paused, putting her hand in between.
"Is there something?"
Before he could extend his hand and hold hers, Zephyr came in between, grabbing her wrist and pulled her coldly towards him.
"Yes. She has a fiancé, why don't you try elsewhere?" He snarled, glaring at him to leave.
Taken aback at his presence, Azura stared at him with a blush rising to her cheeks, a hint of admiration shining in her eyes.