FIA
"You're wet." Cian's voice pulled me back to the present. His hands were still on my face. Warm against my cold skin. "We should get you dry."
The Omega who had been assigned to watch over me appeared at his side. She held out a towel without a word. Her eyes were fixed on the ground.
Cian took it and wrapped it around my shoulders. The fabric was soft. Warm. It soaked up some of the water that clung to my skin. He rubbed my arms through the towel. Trying to warm me up.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Are you sure?" His brow furrowed. The concern in his eyes was genuine. "I don't want you to catch a cold or something."
I nodded as I pulled the towel tighter around myself. The weight of my wet dress was uncomfortable. It clung to every curve and it made every movement feel heavier than it should.
Cian's jaw tightened. He glanced back toward where Elara had disappeared. Then his gaze returned to me.
"What was that about?"
