"You lot seem to be enjoying yourselves."
Amael stood at the edge of the scene, his amber eyes taking in the situation with a measured gaze.
Amael hadn't come here by chance. During his training, he had felt a gaze upon him—a sensation that gnawed at the back of his mind for a moment. When he turned to investigate, the source was elusive, but the lingering presence was unmistakable. Following it out of curiosity, he arrived to witness something far more out of expectation than he'd anticipated.
His gaze briefly flickered to the overturned wheelchair, its familiar design catching his attention.
A wheelchair?
His mind turned back to the girl he had met just the day before. The wheelchair was identical.