Jenna stared at Zephyrion, both fists clenched tightly at her sides.
The pale moonlight rested on his face, giving it an ethereal luster. His skin looked almost flawless, carrying the sort of beauty that made her pulse quicken.
'He's breathtaking…'
Jenna forced down the maelstrom of emotions surging through her. This same man had saved her father from near death and revealed the true nature of her brother.
Grateful couldn't even begin to describe what she felt toward him. She had to repay him somehow, but first…
Jenna swallowed as she met his steady purple gaze. Somehow, all her nervousness began to fade.
"I… I want to come with you. Please."
Zephyrion tilted his head slightly.
"…Do you even know where I'm going?"
"Yes…" A flare of rage surged through Jenna's chest. "…to the one behind all of this."
Zephyrion stared at her in silence. Under that quiet gaze, Jenna's nerves slowly returned.
Would he refuse?
