Enora stared intently at her unwelcome guest.
Uzziel.
He stood before her with that cheeky smile that seemed to challenge everything: her authority, her patience... and perhaps even her humor. He showed not the slightest trace of regret for being there.
“Little Guardian...” the queen finally said, her voice laden with very fragile patience. “you are extremely annoying.”
“I know,” Uzziel replied without losing his smile.
He didn't even try to hide it.
“And I think that should be the main reason to send me away from your kingdom.”
Enora's gaze turned sharp, almost dangerous.
“You are a cynic and shameless.”
Uzziel shrugged with an infuriating calm.
“Maybe. But I'm also practical.”
The queen grimaced slightly in disgust.
“I just want to go home,” he continued. “And let's face it,
