Chapter 49

• The moment the wine touched her lips, Chloe felt a strange warmth pool in her chest. It was different from the pleasant kind she often experienced around Kael—this was too sudden, too heavy, like molten lead sinking inside her lungs.
• She set the goblet down and let out a soft laugh, trying to shake the dizziness swaying her vision. Around her, the music played on—smooth violin strings weaving through the warm candlelight of the ballroom. Laughter echoed. Goblets clinked.
• And Kael watched her from the far end of the hall, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable.