While my own attempts at conversation with her always felt awkward, Cyrilla was smiling the entire time, clearly enjoying herself. I imagined that Elijah’s smooth talk was charming her thoroughly.
At one point, their conversation turned serious, evident from their expressions. I strained to overhear but couldn't make out their words. I felt a strong urge to storm into the garden and tell Elijah to stop staring at my mate. It felt like an eternity before they finally concluded their discussion. As soon as they stood up, I quickly ran downstairs and met her.
I was relieved to see them finally leaving, though not before Elijah kissed Cyrilla's hand to say goodbye. Cyrilla appeared genuinely pleased by the gesture, which made me want to drag her into my room and lock her away, just so I coul
