Tesreal, on the other hand, understood perfectly. He didn't need a supernatural bond or have to deliberate for hours – he just saw. He noticed. The distance in her eyes? The hesitation? The quiet withdrawal?
It had been happening long before tonight.
Vaerion hadn't noticed because he had never thought to look. After all, love – or even the idea of it – had never been something Vaerion considered.
Possession? Yes.
Obsession? Maybe.
Attachment? Definitely.
…But love?
That had never been in his vocabulary.
And loving someone who couldn't love was the best way to have your heart broken – which is what Tesreal saw in Asuriel's violet eyes.
A broken heart.
Tesreal didn't rush; he didn't push.