Nevara
By the time we finally made it back to our room, I wasn’t entirely convinced my feet still belonged to me.
I slipped off my shoes the moment the bedroom door closed behind us, sighing in relief as they landed with two soft thumps on the rug.
“There,” I declared, wiggling my toes. “Freedom.”
Thoren chuckled as he watched me.
“I take it the fittings were successful?”
I looked at him over my shoulder before making a face.
“…Mostly.”
His smile faded just enough for concern to replace the amusement as I wandered toward the sitting area and lowered myself carefully onto the edge of the sofa, grateful to finally be off my feet.
“Mostly?”
I rubbed the bridge of my nose.
“The emergency Drake came looking for Elena about…” I sighed dramatically. “…was my dress.”
His brows pulled t
