Chapter 21 Hell's Fury [Kristoff]

• It's a half-past seven before I finally come out of my room — the exact same time Titania comes out of hers. Our eyes lock, and the brown, calf-hair scarf around her delicate neck falls. Swallowing hard, she doesn't take her eyes off me as she bends to pick it back up, and sling it around her neck once more, wringing her fingers together nervously.
• My gaze sweeps over the light pink strapless dress she's wearing. It's the right fit, stopping just above her knees, and showing off her lean, shapely legs. Her lip buds are coated with the same pink shade like the dress she has on, and she's pulled her dark curls back, securing it into a curt bun.
• She's stunning. I want to tell her that but the words are stuck deep in my throat, stubborn. I raise my eyes back up to meet hers and see fear. She's watching me like I'm a beast who's got her cornered and might pounce on her any minute now.