Chapter 115. Lovey-Dovey

Zave Ambrose

I am not into love. I will never change my mind about that.

"Well, good luck with that," I have heard she is tough.

"Just my type." I say, smirking.

I call her name before we leave.

"Goodbye, Hera." I wave.

She coughs to make her words clear. "B-bye!"

I give her one last nod as I leave.

"I am not having fun," V says in a low voice.

She is right; it is boring to walk through the woods.

"Aldric, where is the fun?" I yell at him because he is with Chantel up front.

"This is fun! Have fun!" He answers back.

The trees around us are beautiful, and there is a small layer of snow on them. The ground is also white, but there is not a lot of snow.

I look up and see Chantel on Aldric's shoulder. Holding on to him seems to help her stay steady. I should also say that she is not wearing gloves.

She is too tired for this kind of walk. That is something I should have known.

It does not take me lo