The Yuletide Feast, the third night of the Solstice festival, sprawled before me in all its opulent glory. The grand ballroom had been transformed into something from a medieval fantasy—long wooden tables laden with winter delicacies, evergreen boughs and red berries draped across every surface, and hundreds of candles casting a warm, golden glow over everything.
I smoothed down the front of my emerald green dress, chosen specifically by Olivia for this occasion. It hugged my curves in a way that made me feel both beautiful and conspicuous.
"Stop fidgeting," Kaelen murmured close to my ear, his warm breath sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "You look stunning."
He placed his hand at the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. I was getting used to this—the constant touching, the proprietary way he kept me close—but after our conversation about the Wild Hunt last night, every casual touch felt charged with new meaning.
