Azlynn’s P.O.V.

Covering his ears in a split second, Demrid moved away. He muttered under his breath.

“No, it can’t happen so soon!

You got this Demrid!”

His handsome face took on a haunted look as if the dark clouds of horror had overshadowed his world. His voice sounded more serious than usual.

“Why are you always in a hurry, Ann?”

Breathing heavily, he started pacing back and forth. His forehead was creased with fury.

“It’s been a few days, and I barely got a chance to express my feelings. Taking you to a romantic date was never in the picture. I am trying my level best to show my...