Loveth’s POV
Sandrino didn’t look at me with his usual sneer, nor did his tone carry its typical edge. His words were soft—almost gentle. I never expected such a shift in demeanor, and it unsettled me more than his scorn ever could.
He stepped closer, and my fingers instinctively tightened around the sheets. Fear surged through me, not knowing what he might do. Sensing my discomfort, he halted, his eyes softening.
“How do you feel?”
My heart skipped a beat. How do I feel? The question seemed out of place, entirely foreign coming from him. His sudden change in attitude was unnerving, and I didn’t trust it.
“Kelilah?”
Hearing my name from his lips for the second time made my stomach flip. It wasn’t the harsh “human” he often spat at me. It felt… different. And I didn’t like it. The roo
