>>Aelin
I turned, horrified. "Uriel!"
Draegon exhaled slowly, dragging his gaze back up to my face. There was something unreadable in his expression, something restrained, but his purple eyes gleamed with something I couldn't quite place.
"You…" He finally spoke, his voice quieter than usual. "You look… different."
I swallowed. "I—I know," I muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
Uriel let out a satisfied hum. "Perfect. Now, off you go, Princess."
I wanted to protest. I wanted to run back into the room and change into something—anything—else.
But Draegon extended a hand toward me, his expression settling into something more neutral. "Let's go," he said, as if nothing about this situation was unusual.
My heart pounded as I stepped forward, reluctantly taking his hand. His fingers curled around mine, firm and steady. I followed the movement
It made my heart flutter, the moment our skin touched, it was something like a buzz. Something I liked.
