Kaelis’ Pov
I barely had time to process his words before Soren’s deep voice cut through the crowd.
“This is Orin Ashvale, reigning champion of the Festival of Moons race,” he announced.
The crowd erupted again— shouts, cheers and people hitting their hands on the chair. The sound slammed into me, and every eyes seemed to follow him, yet he looked straight at me.
He lifted a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and the look he gave me… it was bold, sultry and almost teasing. Heat rushed to my cheeks and my throat went dry.
I didn’t know if I should look away, smile, or run but instead I sat, my eyes fixed on him.
“You look tense,” he said, voice low.
“I’m… not tense,” I snapped, the words sharper than I intended but my pulse betrayed me, pounding so loud I was sure he
