One drink one secret

Observing Nikolai take off his cloak and put it over on a cushion by the fireplace, Ophelia groaned and sat on the bed. Noticing that she was becoming lost in her thoughts, he put his hands in his pockets and gave her a piercing look.

"FireStorm." Nikolai called gently. "Are you.."

"When did you become aware that I was the target?" Ophelia immediately questioned.

"Right after we arrived at the frozen pond."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I waited for them to attack because I wanted to be certain. Up until the arrow was shot, I had no idea if you or I were the target.

Ophelia swallowed, wrapping her arms around her body tensely. "Do you have a scent?" 

"A fire dragon." Nikolai casually answered and moved in her direction.

Ophelia pressed her lips. "Father wants me to return."