Celine POV
I start weaving my way through the crowd, searching for Jonathan. Maybe if I find him, I can shift my focus, or at least vent some of the frustration I feel. Walking among the towering dragons in their full forms only makes me feel smaller, their scales shimmering under the warm, flickering light of the grand hall. I should shift into my fae form; it would make it easier to navigate through the throng. But doing so would make me stand out even more than I already do, and I don’t want more attention drawn to me right now.
As I walk, I strengthen the mental shield I’ve placed between myself and Sebastian. He doesn’t need to feel my conflicted emotions—my frustration, jealousy, or hurt. This is my issue to manage, and I won’t distract him from his duties as king.
But Jonathan is
