Ivara's POV
I stood behind the curtains, unable to bring myself to step into Eryndor's room.
We had ended up in his quarters — though “quarters” hardly described the space. It was a freaking villa. The surprise Granny Jojo talked about was him regaining consciousness.
Of course, I was happy— genuinely happy. But how could I show him my face, knowing he was in this situation because he tried to help me, yet I couldn't even escape.
No, I couldn't. I preferred the unconscious him. It would’ve been easier to talk to him that way.
I heaved a sigh, peeping through the tiny gap in the curtain.
“Why isn't she coming in?” I heard him ask weakly.
My brows furrowed. Who? Was he expecting anyone?
He turned his face to the curtain and I quickly stepped back.
“You're just going to keep peeping
