Chapter 83: Aria’s Party Invite.
Elara’s POV
“A party, huh?” Liam asked, voice threaded with suspicion as he stared at the black-and-gold invitation pinched between my fingers. The edges were sharp, and even the font felt pretentious. The paper shimmered faintly, laced with magic...Aria’s kind of magic. Decorative. Dramatic. Dangerous.
I didn’t reply. I just nodded once, slowly, eyes flicking between Liam and the other problem occupying my personal space like he owned it.
Kian.
Who, unfortunately, had decided to take being a menace as a full-time profession. His eyes were boring into me with that look again... the same one he’d had since this morning. Dark. Possessive. Starving. As if he was trying to commit the shape of my mouth to memory just so he could bite it later. It was hot.
