~Elowen's POV~
Aurora's lips curved, her smile sweet, but the glint in her eyes was anything but. She turned to Sylion with a mock softness.
"You heard her, Sylion. Best you take Elowen's advice."
Her words dripped with honey, but I felt the sting beneath it. A mockery dressed in silk.
Sylion's jaw tightened. Without a word, he stood. He didn't excuse himself to Aurora or even glance back at her. His presence filled the room as he crossed it, and then his hand found my wrist... gentle, yet firm.
"Come with me," he murmured.
Heat spread from his touch, searing through my skin. I let him lead me, out of Aurora's suffocating aura, down the corridor into the waiting room. The door shut with a dull thud, sealing us away from her smug stare.
There was silence between us until he turned to me, anger gathering in his eyes.
"Why would you say something like that?" His voice was low, restrained, but I heard the wound hidden under it.
