Ara's POV
“Come with me,” Aurelia grabbed my hand and dragged me away from Damon's warmth. I looked at him one last time before leaving the room. His dark hair was disheveled, his stormy grey eyes were dark with tension.
I wanted to stay, I wanted to hug him, comfort him, but I knew better. It wasn’t the time. He was strong. He would gather himself in no time.
"Why is he so terrified?" I asked, though the knot in my stomach already knew.
Aurelia’s steps didn’t slow. We walked past the hall in one go.
"Prince Cassian has tried to kill Damon more times than I can count— in the open." Her voice dropped to a razor’s edge. Her face hardened as she continued, "if he finds out you’re Damon’s mate? You can guess the rest."
"He’ll kill me," I breathed. A shiver ran down my spine.
She
