Braelyn's POV
The lift doors slid open with a soft ding. My entire body was drained from the entire day's ordeal. God, I just wanted to fall into bed and sleep, not even bothering to have dinner.
"I am drained. " I muttered. Genny sighed.
"I am feeling like eating pizza tonight. Ain't no way I am cooking?" She dramatically said and I chuckled. She shot me a glare and hushed me
"Don't wake her.." she warned. I glanced over to Alora, whose head was resting on her mother's shoulder. Her little arms were loosely wrapped around Genny's neck, her breathing slow and even as she slept peacefully like an angel when she was more of a warrior.
a small smile plastered across my face.
The hallway was quiet, dimly lit with warm lights that reflected off the polished floor. Genny shifted Alora's weight on her back as we stepped out, both of us moving carefully, unwilling to wake her.
We were halfway down the corridor when I noticed him.
