AZALEA'S POV
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My muscles are frigid with tension as I stand at the corner of the food table, continuously nibbling on something to eat while I stare at Elion helping Lyra choose charms from the bracelet table. My heart aches as Lyra's face lights up when she laughs. She's truly enjoying the attention she's receiving from him, and I can't blame her one bit, because he is her father. My gut twists every time he glances around, looking for me. I know there's more to this, but I have no proof. "Just another half hour," Corbin's arm drapes around my neck, curling around it as he holds me to him. Another half hour of worrying myself nearly sick. "I know," I murmur. Corbin would think I'm insane if I told him what I thought, more like what I feel. It's an indescribable feeling that's gnawing
