Xlynor’s POV
Celeste Noir reflected the sky like a mirror of the night sky, its surface untouched, unbothered… and calm—unlike me.
I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. My blood was literally boiling as it coursed through my veins.
I ground my jaw and shut my eyes. The worst part was that I couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what I was furious about.
Was it when I stepped into the court… and realized Ivara wasn’t staying close to me?
Was it that ridiculous moment when Eryndor locked eyes with her… and she smiled back? Stupid.
Or was it Zoya? That foolish stunt she pulled in front of everyone by humiliating Ivara and testing my patience. She had made me sit there gracefully like I didn’t want to rip the entire room apart.
To make it worse, my anger had skyrocketed when her
