Azura's POV
As I brushed a loose strand of hair behind Danielle's ear, her eyes met mine with a mixture of gratitude and fatigue. The scent of the herbal tea filled the room, its soothing aroma creating an atmosphere of tranquility.
"Thanks, Azura, for everything," Danielle murmured, cradling the warm mug in her hands.
I offered her a reassuring smile. "Anytime, Danielle. You're like a sister to me."
Her tired gaze held mine, and in the quiet moment that followed, a heaviness settled between us. Danielle sighed, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken concerns. "Azura, I feel like Tyler's keeping something from me. It's frustrating, but I'm just too tired to fight about it right now."
I nodded understandingly, torn between the loyalty I felt toward Danielle and the complex web of se
