Second Floor [3]

Azriel knew this moment was inevitable.

He knew it, but knowing didn't make it any easier.

This would likely be one of the most hated moments of his life as he stared at the edge of the cliff, jaw clenched.

If only Solomon hadn't walked in that day when he was alone in his room.

He might have tested how high he could jump without dying.

"Always ruining my mood, no matter where that stupid clown is..."

Yes.

Azriel blamed Solomon.

His fists tightened, then loosened, over and over as he tried to steady his breathing, calming himself little by little.

His face grew unreadable.

It wasn't ideal to let anyone see his distress, not right now.

Well, except for one person who already knew...

...and seemed to enjoy it.

"The gods really are cruel..."

He then glanced at Celestina, standing with some cadets—Lumine and Yelena—deep in discussion about their next move.