Dravina’s POV
“Hope dinner was more enjoyable without my aunt around,” Malrik said with a light chuckle, his tone easy, almost teasing.
I gave a small nod, offering a sincere smile. “It was peaceful. Thank you.”
He stepped closer. The distance between us vanished quickly, swallowed by the gravity of his presence. His fingers came up to gently cradle my chin, tilting my face up toward his.
“There’s a sorrow in your eyes I can’t ignore,” he murmured, his voice low and aching with concern. “And I wish I knew how to take it away.”
His words hung suspended between us raw, open, unguarded. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
“You’re not like the others,” he said as he pulled back slightly, his gaze locked on mine, searching, as though he were trying to read something bu
