Nadia's Point Of View
I stood there, my legs feeling like water while my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The silence in the room pressed down on me, heavier than the furniture… a thick, suffocating blanket of Corvanni disapproval that seemed to leech the oxygen from the air.
I looked at Lucian first, then Azriel, and finally Draven, searching desperately for even a glimmer of want. Nothing. Just ice. Just three pairs of eyes regarding me with the kind of cold detachment usually reserved for strangers, or worse, for enemies.
Why are they defending her?
The question screamed in my mind, bouncing off the walls of my skull like a trapped bird beating its wings against glass. Is there something between them? Is that why they're acting like I'm the intruder and she's the protected asset?
