Alyssane froze as if a serpent had coiled around her.
He held her gaze silently―and for a moment, she could not think. His eyes were a most mesmerizing shade of blue, dark, piercing through her soul.
Something shifted in Kazmun's gaze.
And Alyssane hastily looked away, her heartbeats restless like a raging storm. She bit her lips, refusing to glance his way after that. When he was not angry, Kazmun had a way of looking even more dangerous.
A heartthrob.
The banquet had come to an end soon.
As the grand hall slowly emptied, their laughter and chatter faded into the night. Alyssane walked out alone. Her mind was distracted, but she remembered the duchess still.
And so, when Alyssane arrived at the nearly empty gardens, she thought of Duchess Serena, trying to establish the elusive connection that had once come so easily.
But this time, there was only silence.
