Lucian's hand was tight around mine as we walked down the hallway of the Blaze's manor. It was a lot smaller than the Lucian one but everyone could tell that they were still a second tier noble family.
Yes.
We ended up coming the next day.
Because honestly, what else could I possibly say to an ice dragon who clearly thought the fastest way to "explain himself" was with his entire existence pressed against mine?
If there was a world record for shutting me up with his body, he'd win.
And Vaylen Blaze waited for three whole hours in Lucian's living room, trembling like a terrified rabbit only to be told to go back home by Lucian with zero remorse.
Now here we were, hand in hand, entering the Blaze's manor like we didn't come here to visit sick persons.
I cleared my throat as Lucian kept escorting me forward.
"Is your grip supposed to be this tight?" I muttered. "I'm starting to lose circulation."
Lucian didn't even look at me.
