Levy's pov
"Levy… this is the best… for both of us." Aurora's voice was soft but steady, carrying a quiet firmness that made it clear she had already decided about this far clearer than she was spokimg about it. She stood in front of him, looking up into his face with those trembling pink eyes of hers, eyes that always seemed full of warmth and fragile life. Yet now there was something else in them too resolve.
"If we go with him," she continued slowly, choosing each word carefully as if afraid that one wrong sentence might push Levy further in the opposite direction, "Our lives will never be peaceful. You know that."
She shook her head faintly.
"I haven't known him for long," she admitted. "But I know one thing… wherever that man goes, trouble follows." A faint bitter smile appeared on her lips. "Or maybe he walks straight into trouble himself."
Aurora lifted her gaze again.
"Did you see it today?" she asked quietly. "The way everything around him turns into chaos?"
