Aurelian Salvatore:
We left the living room slowly, the air still heavy with everything that had just been said. No one stopped us. No one yelled. No one asked more questions. That, more than anything, felt strange.
I could still hear the echo of Elias's father's voice in my head. You'll have to marry him.
They kept calling a witch. A lot of people think I would be offended when they did it, I mean, I used a little bit because I had a name, but when Elias did it, I liked it, and every time someone calls me a witch instead of using my name, I remember our bickering together.
I almost smiled at that memory.
The hallway felt quieter than usual as we made our way back to Elias's room. Sebastian walked a step ahead, shoulders tight, clearly still irritated about Elias' dad seeing us in that state.
Elias nudged him lightly with his elbow. "Stop sulking."
"I'm not sulking," Sebastian muttered.
"You are."
I held back a laugh.
