Aurelia’s POV
Ashriel’s sudden appearance in the doorway felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.
He stood tall, shoulders squared, dressed in his usual dark uniform that somehow managed to make him look both regal and intimidating. His golden eyes swept across the room—first landing on me, then shifting to Liam, who was standing much too close.
The playful glint vanished from Liam’s eyes the moment Ashriel’s gaze pinned him. The temperature in the room dropped.
“What is going on here?” Ashriel asked, his voice low and smooth but laced with warning.
Liam straightened like a soldier caught napping. “Just… getting checked on, sir.”
Ashriel’s eyes narrowed.
I rolled mine. “Don’t do that,” I said flatly. “He’s a patient. I stitched his arm up yesterday.”
Ashriel
