Chapter 157: Apparently, Zorathys Has 'Always Cared About His Subjects'
Elyn's POV
I noticed the distance first.
Or rather—the lack of it.
I was still catching my breath when the music cut off, the echo of the last note dissolving into the high ceilings, leaving only the sound of my own heartbeat pounding far too loudly in my ears. Zorathys's arm was firm around my waist, his hand steady at my back, and I was close enough to him that the warmth of his body seeped through the thin layers of fabric between us.
Too close.
There was barely any space at all.
If I leaned forward even slightly—just a fraction—I could kiss him.
