A Little Bit Of Understanding

>>Aelin

Draegon's expression shifted, his brows furrowing as pure confusion flickered across his face. He parted his lips slightly, as if to speak, but then pressed them shut. His purple eyes studied me, sharp yet unreadable, as if weighing my words, trying to make sense of them.

It looked like he wasn't sure what to say to me and for a moment there was only silence.

He quietly took my hand and guided me out of the bathroom. We went back to the bed where he put the blanket around me. I sat in my initial position with the window above the back of my head

Seconds stretched between us, thick with silence. The golden afternoon light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the room. It bathed Draegon's face in warmth, highlighting the sharp edges of his jaw, the striking contrast of his pale eyes against his dark horns.

I couldn't look away.

Neither did he.

Then, finally, he spoke.