Isabella Hawthorne
My heart danced, each beat echoing in the cavernous silence of the foyer. Eirik. The Elven King stood on the other side of the heavy oak doors, a silhouette bathed in the cool moonlight.
Disbelief choked my voice, leaving me speechless. What in the world was the Elven King doing here, at this ungodly hour, and on the doorstep of the Hearts Manor? How had he even gotten past the Capitol guards?
Though I was not exactly fond of him, I caught myself staring at Eirik. He was a creature of chilling beauty, his features sculpted with an otherworldly perfection. Moonlight glinted off his hair, cascading down his back in a shimmering wave. His eyes glittered with an intelligence that bordered on predatory.
A slow, unsettling smile spread across his lips, revealing pointed c
