Lucian's gaze shifted to Auren, a slight frown forming between his brows before he turned back toward Elyndra again. There was a pause, small, almost unnoticeable but long enough for uncertainty to slip in.
Auren took a breath, about to speak.
Elyndra didn't give him the chance, "He kissed me earlier."
The room seemed to recoil at her words.
Lucian looked at her instantly, "Who?"
She lifted a finger and pointed lazily between herself and Auren.
"Him," she said simply. "Auren."
Auren shot forward a step. "Lucian, that's not what—"
"It was sudden," Elyndra continued lightly. "I think he forgot for a moment whose body this was. Or maybe…" she tilted her head, her voice softening, "he didn't."
Auren closed his eyes for a brief second, forcing his temper down until it burned cold and contained.
Then he turned to Lucian.
"Tell me something," he said evenly. "How do I torture a fairy soul without damaging the body?"
Lucian folded his arms, eyes never leaving Elyndra.
