Virelle's POV
I had seen greater displays of power but something about Ethan's precision and timing at my riskiest hour struck a chord deep within me.
What is wrong with me? I shook my head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts. A bitter laugh echoed in the recesses of my mind as the irony of feeling like a damsel in distress when I prided myself on my independence and strength.
Ethan turned toward me his expression calm yet focused. His crimson eyes held a subtle warmth that contrasted sharply with the gore-filled clearing.
He stepped closer and offered me a small, disarming smile that felt impossibly genuine to me amidst the chaos surrounding us.
"Let's move, lady Virelle. We need to help your brother before it's too late," he said, his voice steady but carrying an urgency that brought me back to our perilous reality.
