Lila stumbled, her vision blurring as the dizziness overwhelmed her. Before she could hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught her effortlessly.
She blinked, her dazed eyes meeting a strikingly handsome face framed by long golden hair. His blue eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
"Are you alright?" Dion asked, his voice low, smooth, with a touch of concern—though if one listened closely, indifference could be heard.
Lila felt her heart skip a beat. Then she realized that her hands were still clutching his broad shoulders. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she coughed awkwardly, stepping back to regain her composure.
"Thank you, Lord Dion," she murmured, forcing herself to sound calm even as her pulse raced.
Dion gave her a soft smile before turning to leave. As he walked away, his dark mist seeped into her skin just below her collarbone, leaving behind a faint, dark mark.
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