She burst out laughing at that point. It was either laugh… or cry. And crying wasn't her best option. The genuine promise in his eyes made her weak in the knees.
She couldn't trust him. Aurora's life was on the line.
"I don't believe you-"
He stepped even closer, filling the space between them with his aura and alluring scent.
"Then, I'm afraid I'll have to send you to the dungeons, Miss Stenly."
Her throat worked. Dungeons? She couldn't go to the dungeons, not now, not ever.
What could she even do?
Something moved in the shadows.
Yeren's gaze snapped in that direction before she even noticed that anything had moved.
"Wait here for me. Don't move."
Why would she even want to move?
He left her there, stalking quietly in the darkness.
Something sparked as metal hit metal. The sound of clashing swords was deafening.
Yeren wasn't with a sword, was he?
The thought of him getting hurt because of her was…
