Aria POV
My dress hung against the wardrobe door, catching the last of the evening light, deep emerald, the fabric flowing. My mind kept drifting to Fenrir as Ellana worked on my hair, the way his eyes had held mine on the floor that morning, the warmth of him settling over me in the dark the night before. Ellana caught me smiling with myself.
"My lady, hold still." Ellana's fingers moved through my hair, twisting the last section back and pinning it into place. "You've gone somewhere else in your head. I can always tell."
"Just thinking." I let my eyes drift to my own reflection instead of answering further. The dress, once Ellana helped me into it, settled over me in a way that made me pause. The emerald caught the candlelight, deepened it, and for a moment I stared, struck by an unfa
