Chapter 55: Crave
As Ren and her companions made their way down the hallway toward the back door leading to the vast perimeter on the right side of the castle, she could feel Arkilla’s apprehension. She was nervous herself, but there was no way she would let anyone see her fear.
"Stop making that ugly face, I’m not their prey, and I won’t let them hunt me." she objected, reaching for Arkilla’s hand.
Killa flinched at the touch, her eyes widening. "Oh, my fucking gods, you’re freezing!" She halted, pressing her palm against Ren’s forehead before frowning. "Your body temperature is normal. But your hands... they’re ice-cold."
"I wasn’t like this before," Ren admitted. "But ever since my magic core awakened, my hands have been cold, even while I burn inside."
"Damn!" Rail slurred, his eyes glued to Gloria with a lazy grin. "Do you see what I see, Org?"
"Oh, damn it, I see." Org’s gaze hardened, though his tone held disbelief. "We’re not drunk, are we?"
"No! Absolutely not! Water doesn’t make anyone drunk!" Rail assured.
Unlike Rail, Org bore a sterner demeanor more like a younger version of Kai. But Rail, he had no issue displaying his emotions, especially toward women.
The only one who remained silent was Kai. And gods, he stole Ren’s breath the moment she laid eyes on him.
Oh, hell.
Why did he have to look so devastatingly handsome tonight? Dressed in deep green, his presence commanded the space around him. His gaze, dark and unreadable, raked over her, devouring every inch. There was something different about him tonight, bolder, more authoritative, and utterly intoxicating.