"You're beginning to act like an overgrown house cat your highness," she grumbled under her breath, and then, despite herself, giggled.
Azazeal's lips curved into a faint smile. He didn't hear her words, but the sight of her dimples made his heart race in that way he still couldn't explain, but was learning to recognize.
" Azazeal, call me Azazeal Elora ." He rasped, eyes holding hers as he spoke.
"The festivities would soon start, and we are surely going to do almost everything together , the people would wonder why you call me so formally when we are mates, even if you are not in love with me, we are at least not enemies."
Her eyes shuttered. So he was saying that because he didn't want the people talking.
Her fist clenched underneath the blanket.
"Moreover," Azazeal's voice pulled her from her thoughts
