A flush creeps across my cheeks as I shuffle along beside Elijah to Ariah’s room. Despite my embarrassment, it doesn’t stop Elijah from grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine.
“The old crone knows how to ruin a moment; that’s for sure.”
I bark a laugh. “You sound like Luca now.”
I don’t know if I imagined it, but I hear a low growl coming from him. “You’re friends with him all of a sudden?”
“No,” I confirm hesitantly. Well, I can’t say we’re enemies either. “Guess we just happen to cross paths and have mutual acquaintances.”
“And he marked you.”
I tip my head forward. “Yeah, that too, I suppose.”
“On your neck,” he says pointedly.
My eyes flick to him. “Okay?”
Elijah huffs, stopping mid-walk. Since we are holding hands, I have no other choice but to stop, too. “You don’
