Dark Fae Realm:
Aire's smile disappeared.
For one suspended heartbeat, she simply stared at him.
Lysander? Asking her to marry him?
Her skin drained of colour. She instinctively stepped backward. She automatically took a step back again.
Every instinct inside her had quietly whispered, asking her to take as much distance as she could between her and Lysander.
Lysander watched her carefully.
She reached the edge of the enormous bed and lowered herself onto it without realizing she had done so.
The mattress dipped beneath her weight.
Neither of them spoke.
Aire folded both hands together upon her lap. She stared down at them, and her lips trembled in shock.
She swallowed, hoping it would ease the thousand emotions spiralling in her head but it wasn't working.
She didn't know what to say. Not because she lacked words, but because she genuinely couldn't understand what had just happened.
Marriage?
Her thoughts drifted backward.
