Zavren turned immediately, his eyes widened. Her voice—it was so melodic and calm, sweet as honey. This hit differently. Her voice could bring joy; it was so smooth, like that of a seductress, and so silky it felt like rubbing your hands through silk.
He walked towards her, his expression calm, though shock rested on his face.
"Snowflake… your voice is back?" he asked.
Ariana nodded. A soft smile graced his lips as he moved closer. He bent and kissed her forehead gently. At this point, emotions he never thought he had were flooding in—emotions he didn't recognize, ones he thought he had long forgotten.
He stood, holding her hands in his. He caressed them softly with his thumb.
Ariana opened her mouth and whispered once more.
"I love you."
