Wilona’s POV
I yanked my hand from him, ignoring the blissful sparks spreading down my spine.
‘Mate.’ Aiyana howled over the loss of touch.
‘How is it even possible?’ I asked her, flabbergasted.
She growled her answer, telling me to go to Konrad.
The room went into a frenzy, with quiet gasps and whispers as we left. Konrad casts his eyes at me with clenched jaws. He was looking at Adam’s hand holding mine.
“Wilona.” Mom’s concerned voice whispered in my ears. She held my waist as we walk up the wooden stairs, following everyone to the second floor.
Gillian was busy arguing with Denzel behind us. But I muted them out, leaning my weight on Adam’s arm. “Do you want me to piggyback you?” He chuckled, trying to lift my spirit.
“Thank you for offering, but I am fine.” I whined quietly.
