"You are quite a spoiled young lady, you know that, right?"
Lucavion's voice was smooth, teasing, his lips curling into an infuriatingly amused smile.
And then—
"Hehehehe…"
Aeliana felt him.
His body—firm, solid, yet strangely cold beneath her touch.
But—
She wasn't cold.
Even with his unnatural chill, even with the way his skin carried an almost eerie lack of warmth—she felt warm.
And that—
That was weird.
Her fingers curled slightly against his coat, her body pressing just a little closer—testing it, feeling it.
But still, she didn't feel cold.
It was as if something was wrapping around her, keeping her warm despite the contrast between them.
Her brows furrowed slightly, but before she could dwell on it—
