Arawn watched over her. Watched every time her fingers gripped onto the bedsheets, every time she accidentally spoke aloud, and he stilled, his icy heart stopping and warming when he heard his name on her lips.
"Arawn." He closed his eyes to the sound of her voice. When he snapped them open again, he realised Evanna was speaking of him to her mother. What was she telling her?
His face hardened. This was not good. Evanna had contact with the outside world, and if she inherited her mother's gift, which was a possibility, IF a half breed was capable of such power, then she could get in touch with more than just her mother. Evanna could plan her escape.
He would need to keep a sharper eye on her. Or, he could help her-
"Arawn!?"
