Aliana's movement drew Gavriel's attention as he turned back to look. After pouring water from the pitcher, he made his way to sit beside her.
"Drink this, you look like you're about to combust," he remarked, his amused voice far too close to her, making her go still in an instant.
Peeking cautiously over the edge of the pillow, she frowned before replying with quiet sarcasm, "Well, thank you for pointing that out."
When he silently extended the glass towards her, she pressed her lips into a thin line, but the mere sight of water made her realise just how parched she truly was.
When she pushed herself up, a sharp sting spread across her arms, drawing a soft hiss from her lips.
Her brows knitted together as she glanced down, only for the realisation to settle in that she was still dressed in her gown from the gala.
