Amari’s POV
“Stay still!” I said as I fixed his cloak.
Azriel smiled down at me. As I concentrate on his cloak knots. Satisfied with the results, I look at him. Azriel had his arms around my waist.
“Good?” Azriel asked, smiling.
It’s been almost three months since I started living with Lorcan’s family. I have adapted and somehow have gotten attached to them. Being here gave me a sense of security and hope. Even though I knew time was closing, I still enjoyed it. I tried to leave my curse on the side and live day by day.
During these two months, I had grown. Not only as a woman, but as an individual. Everyone here cared for me, and I learned to appreciate that. But that wasn’t the only good thing. Azriel and I had gotten closer. Making him overprotective of me. The attachment was so bi
