Dove pov
Leaving the clamouring heat of the dining room for the composed coolness of Ciella's gallery is an immense relief.
My hands are still shaky as Varian and I walk side by side, slowly and purposefully as we observe the extravagant works of art hung above the wainscotting on the wall.
It feels strangely calming in his presence. Sure, I can feel the weight of his power pressing insistently against my skin, thumping at my temples and thrumming along my pulse. But it feels oddly...right, to be near him.
"That was quite the show," he muses, the
lilt of humour in his voice not lost on me.
"Glad I could entertain," I mutter gruffly.
The sickening thud of the fork entering Claude's muscle is a sensation I'll never shake. Even now it makes my stomach churn and my breath quicken.
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