What Is Wrong?

>>Draegon

She glanced at us both but said nothing. Her lips pressed together, and for a moment, I thought she might speak. But then, she turned away and walked toward the drinks table.

I followed, exchanging another worried look with Ariston as I did. 

She looks visibly shaken, where the hell did she go?

She reached for a glass of wine, her hand trembling slightly as she brought it to her lips. She downed it quickly, then grabbed another glass just as she placed the empty one back on the table.

"Aelin," I said softly, placing a hand on her arm. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. "I'm fine," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just tired." She was about to down the second glass when I stopped her by grabbing her wrist.