And yet again she knows exactly what crossed his mind. Darn it, it is almost as though theyโre connected. . .
Heโs pacing closer to her now. You see, to examine her allergies further.
he mustnโt confuse the concentrated twitch of her lips for a smile.
nor the occasional flutter of lashes in his direction for anything other than allergies.
A shadow is projected across the marble floors of the High Lordโs chambers.
โ โ โ He stands before the setting sun, wingspan blocking the light from entering certain parts of the room as he ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด.