Can’t I?

>>Aelin

The library felt quieter than usual, the sunlight streaming through the tall windows casting golden patterns on the floor. I leaned against the edge of the window after I had grabbed a book and went to look for a place to sit, my gaze drifting downward to the palace garden below. 

My heart did a tiny flip when I saw a certain someone there, walking through the stoneroad between the two gardens, his thick black leathery tail slithering behind him.

Draegon was there, his tall figure was impossible to miss as he walked through the garden paths. 

My gaze wandered to the garden. A few female demon nobles were scattered around the white party table, their attention inevitably drawn to him as he walked by, minding his own business.

My eyes lingered on him for longer than I intended. There was an intimidation in his aura and even the other demons had noticed it but unlike me who got scared, they were thrilled.