DEA
I saw how his blue eyes sparkled with joy the second I blurted that out.
“I don’t want you to go without telling me your name,” I backtracked cautiously, worried that he might mistake it for something else.
My chest heaved, my fingers gripping the blanket like it could save me from him. He didn’t move closer nor speak anything. He didn’t look disappointed either. He just nodded in understanding, but the way he watched me patiently and intensely made my skin crawl and tingle at the same time.
“I’m Arthur, mo bheatha. Arthur Draco.”
Arthur Draco. Even his name sounded devilish and ancient just like his aura.
“I’m Dea,” I said sheepishly, staring into his eyes against the dimly lit room.
“I know, I know.”
I should have been terrified being alone with him in the room. I still w
