Selene
"Where are we going?" I asked as he put his armor on like he was going for a fight, somewhere.
"Abaddon's," he replied tersely, clicking his tongue in a seemingly habitual manner before tossing his armor onto the couch.
"Why? I mean, why now?" I stammered, my attention wavering as his movements caught my eye. There was something undeniably captivating about the way he moved, the way his muscles flexed with each adjustment. I mentally chided myself for getting distracted at such a crucial moment.
"Why would we go there?" I added, my voice laced with skepticism. "Isn't that where all this trouble started?"
Azriel's gaze locked onto mine, his amber eyes intense and unreadable. "Exactly," he said, his tone grave. "It's where it started, and it's where we'll find the answers we need to put an end to this."
I gulped, "And only we will go? Just the two of us? I mean there are other people so great in magic who can help us too."