Eldur's POV
The tires hadn't even cooled on the pavement outside Nova's apartment before silence took over the car. A rare silence, one I didn't mind sitting in for a moment. Nova's scent still lingered faintly in the passenger seat—vanilla, honey and old book pages—and it made something flutter low in my stomach.
She'd laughed tonight. She'd smiled with her whole face, her eyes, her heartbeat. And gods help me, I had memorized the rhythm of that smile.
But now it was just me, Mai, Liam, and Ollie.
"You're grinning like a madman," Mai said from the backseat, kicking the back of my seat lightly. "It's weird."
"I'm not grinning," I said, knowing full well I was. "Shut up."
"She made him smile, people," Liam announced like he was breaking world news. "I'm talking full-on soft eyes and everything. Should we alert the Council of Elders? Sound the ceremonial horns? Eldur Daegon has a human mate and a non-threatening expression. This is it. This is how the world ends."
