Eden's POV
Walking across this silent living room is one of the longest walks I have ever had to take. Everyone is staring at me. Or perhaps I should say, staring at us.
The grip Conall has on my hand can only be described as iron-tight. I try to wriggle my fingers subtly to loosen his grasp, but it only makes the situation worse. His large hand squeezing my fingers almost painfully.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye to see that his eyes are firmly focused on the staircase in front of us. He doesn’t once look at me, and I have to ask myself why.
Rose is a beautiful nymph.
Isn’t he pleased with his choice?
Whatever the reason, it does help a little not to have his penetrating gaze burning through me right at this very second as I try to collect my thoughts.
“Yes, Con!” Hunte
