I couldn't help but notice the tension between Akari and Elias. It had been building ever since that day Elias had asked to speak with her privately. The air around them seemed to crackle with a tension that was quite obvious, their gazes lingering a moment too long, Akari was avoiding him and he in turn was doing the same.
Because they affected each other.
What was it?
My curiosity was like a sharp pang, same with my growing dislike for the drunk.
It set my teeth on edge.
As I lounged in the library, pretending to read a book while actually watching Akari browse the shelves, I found myself wrestling with a decision that had been plaguing me for weeks. Should I tell her? The words "fated mate" burned on the tip of my tongue, begging to be released.
Still, a rather childish part o
