Azura's POV
The world hadn't moved.
That's what it felt like, standing there with Torin's words still hanging in the air between us, warm and dangerous like smoke from a fire that hadn't gone out. My skin was prickling, that strange crawling sensation that started at the back of my neck and worked its way down my spine.
I turned slowly.
And there he was.
He was still standing near the stables, close enough to Isadora that anyone watching would think they were a couple. His hand rested at her waist, casual and possessive, a touch that should have meant nothing to me. But his eyes weren't on her.
They were on us. On Torin.
From across the courtyard, I couldn't make out his exact expression. The distance was too great and the morning light fell at the wrong angle. But I didn't need to see his face clearly. I could feel the heat of his stare pressing against my chest from thirty feet away.
"Why is he looking at us like that?" I murmured, barely realizing I'd said it out loud.
