Arya’s POV
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"Because if I fall for you, Arya," he said, his voice low and steady, almost like a vow.
My breath hitched the moment he said my name—it rolled off his tongue too smoothly, too intimately, like it belonged to him. His hand lifted, hesitated, then brushed my jaw so gently it almost undid me.
“There’s no getting up.”
My chest rose sharply, a surge of heat crawling up my neck. What… what was that supposed to mean?
Should I be relieved he wasn’t disgusted I had feelings for him? Or was this—this moment, these words—his way of saying he felt the same?
My mind was a whirlwind.
Does Leon Kael like me?
Minutes ago he said thoughts of me kept him awake at night. That had to mean something, didn’t it? Or was I just been clinging to it because it was all I had?
My lips parte
