Chapter 75: Worshippers
>>Aelin
Ariston stiffened at the question, his expression hardening as he met Draegon’s gaze.
"I have no involvement with Drakkar," he said firmly. His tone was sharp, almost defensive.
I studied his face, searching for any flicker of hesitation. Then I glanced at Draegon, wondering why he even asked a question like that. I wanted to ask about it but before I could say anything, Ariston scoffed. "There is no way a demon would fall for a human."
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The words cut deeper than I expected.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
I wasn’t sure why it hit me so hard. Maybe because I was human, standing in the heart of a demon palace, married to their prince. Maybe because Ariston said it so dismissively, like the very idea was impossible, laughable.
Draegon’s gaze darkened, his tail flicking behind him once. "I never said anything about falling for a demon," he said smoothly.
Ariston’s entire face turned red.
His mouth opened, then closed, before he quickly averted his eyes. "That’s—That’s not what I meant," he stammered.