Draziel's POV
I had been pacing on the terrace, my eyes trained on the castle field, eagerly awaiting their arrival. My hands trembled as I carried them behind me. Why in the world would Zarek even take her to the real world?
Yeah. Humans were her people, but why? Why couldn't I shake off the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach, warning me that she wasn't safe in her own world?
The air around me suddenly lifted. I threw my gaze up and saw them appear in the field.
I sighed with relief, letting the calm flow through me, as I teleported to them. I listened to a bit of their conversation before they spotted me.
She spun on her feet to me at my words, and for a moment as her golden hair swept the air around her face, a portion covering her eyes, shining brighter under the equally golden rays of the sun, I couldn't explain it, but I lost it—lost that control I had so preached to myself just a minute ago—lost that resolve to stay far from her.
