According to Airis, it was Ruel’s museum—
Named after the eleventh child of the city’s first ruler.
“That’s a license for a car,” I emphasized, pointing at the Beckbill.
“A car stays on the ground instead of flying through the sky like a possessed piece of metal.”
“You’d survive.”
“I’m seriously considering setting you on fire right now.”
I glared at him.
“Go ahead.”
He nodded toward the bracelet around my wrist with a grin.
I sighed.
“I’ll be right there beside you,” he said, sounding more serious this time.
“Helping.
Making sure nothing goes wrong.
You have absolutely no reason to be afraid.”
He looked at me with that familiar calm intensity.
But I still refused to agree to this insanity.
“Trust, remember?”
“I do trust you,” I answered.
Honestly...
Even I was surprised by how sincere that sounded.
Damn.
I trusted him.
“Then what’s stopping you?”
“I’m scared, Airis!”
My voice rose again before I forced myself to regain control.
“Do you really not understand what fear feels like?”
He stayed silent.
For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer at all.
I was already searching for something else to say when he finally spoke.
“Does fear really deserve that much power?”