Silence befalls the chamber and with a chill that makes me noticeably shiver. Eryx's hand reaches my thigh under the table and I shift only a little in my seat at his touch, and shoot a glare in his direction. Subtly, the hands in my lap smack at his.
Eryx does not yield but he starts to stroke my knee, create small circles, reminding me of a dream. Internally I shake my head. This is not the time. What is he doing?!
Its only when flames begin to lick up my thigh, warming my belly and coast along my spine I realise he is subtly warming me. A smug smile curls at his lips when our eyes meet but it drops instantly as everyone's attention is on us, on him.
"Returningā¦" Cohnal scoffs, breaking the silence. "They never left. That is why we were told the stories."
