Vivian's POV

Confronted with Delia's reluctance to leave with me, I was already feeling disheartened, and now Alen was speaking to me in that tone! I understood that what he said was true, but I wasn't ready to admit it. He now seemed like a teacher scolding a child, and I was that naive child in his eyes.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore," I slipped my hand into my pocket, trying hard to put on a nonchalant façade, "I'm heading back to sleep."

As my left hand slid into my pocket, I came into contact with the flute Albert had given me. I realized I couldn't let...