Chapter Thirty-Five
Sorin led her to a descending staircase in a part of the house she hadn’t seen yet. The candles did their duty, lighting the way as their feet scraped the stone steps in the otherwise silent echo. Nadaria reached out and laced her fingers with his. The weight of his anxiety was crushing, wrapping around her like an itchy wool sweater. “What’s your favorite song?” she asked, in an attempt ease his nerves. Sorin glanced up, thinking for several moments. “Just one? How can I pick? Although, Cry To Me is a recent favorite.” He grinned over at her and squeezed her hand. “But there are just too many good ones to pick only one.” She giggled, and he glanced over. “What?” “I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to show you Spotify.” His brow furrowed. “What is this, Spotify?” “You kno
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