"Let's go," Elise said firmly, her voice carrying over the thrum of the helicopter's still-spinning blades.
She didn't even wait for me to respond. With one smooth motion, she stepped out of the aircraft, her hair and clothes fluttering wildly in the downwash of the rotors. The sight of her leaving first, walking with that kind of confidence, almost made it feel like she was announcing something grand before I even realized what was about to happen.
The sharp sound of a gasp cut through the air.
"Elise!"
The voice belonged to Mammon, and even though the single word she uttered was brief, the sheer weight in her tone was impossible to ignore.
"Glad to see you're doing well, Mammon," Elise replied casually, almost as if this kind of reunion was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Why are you here?" Mammon asked, her brows furrowing, suspicion mixing with a trace of surprise.
