"Then answer me, why are you out wandering the hallways in the dead of night like a ghoul?" Zelian asks, eyebrows cocking up as gazes down at Celeste.
Celeste's mouth goes dry as she lays her eyes on him, just as gorgeous as he appears in the courtroom. She gulps around the lump forming inside her throat.
Her heart pounds like a jackhammer inside her chest, threatening to burst through her ribcage at any moment. Celeste doesn't even know what that thing is doing in there. It's downright alarming.
It has barely ever beaten before his parents' death, but after that, it never did until at the courtroom today, when she was held by him as she held him.
Now standing in front of him, she can't resist the overwhelming urge coursing through her fingertips, like tiny electric shocks urging her to reach out and touch him, to feel the heat of his skin against her cold fingers. It's as if her hands have developed a mind of their own, yearning to break free and explore every inch of him.
