Varziel rolled his eyes, "not everyone can be Queen Confident. So sure of yourself, huh?"
Arella smiled once more, "Come here," she said, raising her hand to touch one of the smoky strands of his power. The strand felt warm to the touch, more so than she had expected.
Varziel did not need to be told twice before he had crowded her space further. His eyes were like a vortex, pulling her in. He did not touch her, but instead looking into her eyes, his gaze like fire.
Finally, a tendril of his power unfurled, willingly brushing against her fingertips. It slowly coiled up her hand, wrapping around her wrist. A sharp gasp escaped her as the touch shot up her arm, coursing through her veins. Although it was a light caress, it was enough to ignite a fire within her.
Her eyes, moments ago soft with sleep, flashed with challenge. She gripped at the shadow that had slithered up her arm, clamping down onto the power on his arm with her own, pulling him even closer.
