Ariella’s POV
I kept my arm steady around Edric’s waist, guiding him out of the wrecked hall like the loyal little adviser he now believed I was.
He was still staggering a bit, his steps uneven on the marble, one hand gripping my shoulder harder than necessary.
The guards fell back at a respectful distance, but I could feel every eye in the room burning into us as we left.
‘His hand is still on your waist,’ Hazel snarled in my head, voice sharp as broken glass. ‘I want to rip it off and feed it to him. Slowly.’
‘Not yet,’ I shot back silently. ‘We will have our moment soon. And, I have to find out what he’s planning for Rion. There’s no way in hell he’s suddenly playing a nice host. This isn’t some royal sleepover reunion. He’s definitely planning something huge.’
I could somehow f
