AZALEA
I sat in my office, impatiently thrumming my finger on my desk. Azeron sat in a chair by the door while I pretended to read some paperwork from the inn. I could tell I was annoying him slightly because he was scowling every time I glanced up.
“Anxious?” he asked after I peeked another glance at him.
“No,” I lied. A knock on the door saved me from any interrogation. “Come in!” I called. Austin opened the door, holding a small box in his hands. He had a skeptical look on his face.
“The thing you requested, Luna,” he said carefully.
“Thanks, Austin,” I said. He brought it to the desk and set it down in front of me. He turned to leave but paused. He looked back at me.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded my head.
“I have a hunch,” I said.
“Just be careful. We didn’t find an
