Neera quietened down and allowed the beat of his own heart to regulate hers. She allowed it to fill her ears and drown out the horror from earlier, and more than anything, she wanted the memory gone.
So she allowed him to rock her to sleep, and even if sleep was a temporary escape for that time, she was completely safe with Zavian. No hurt could reach her in his arms.
…
With each passing day, Penelope was growing more and more attached to her new home.
She had gotten used to the routine, the familiarity with the castle maids, and even Azriel's gaze. Even though she had gotten used to it, she still could not help the heat that climbed up her face when she caught him smiling at her, or when he came close, or even when he called her name.
What was happening to her?
