After washing their faces and adjusting their clothes, trying to erase any trace of shared intimacy from their gestures, they finally left the tower. The cold morning air enveloped them immediately, clearing away the warmth that still lingered on their skin.
Uzziel was waiting for them with his arms crossed and a reproachful expression. His eyes went from one to the other with evident boldness.
“You’ve had all day to be together... you could at least be considerate enough to get up early.”
Lissana shot him a glare, sharp as a dagger.
“A day is nothing,” she replied firmly. “And you've come at the worst moment.”
There was genuine irritation in her voice, but also something more: the frustration of someone who feels a precious moment has been snatched away.
“And what do you want?” she
