Chapter 38 Thirty-seven

• Thus, the game of hide-and-seek between Avelyn and Draeven continued. Each day ended the same way—Avelyn diligently completing her tasks, only to have Draeven appear out of nowhere, stealing a kiss on her cheek or effortlessly lifting her as if she weighed nothing. He chased her through the halls, occasionally whisking her away playfully, much to the amusement of those around them. Even Elanthia had grown used to their antics.
• But some things were bound to repeat themselves.
• Draeven's lips brushed against Avelyn's bare shoulder, trailing upward with slow, deliberate tenderness until he reached her neck. Each touch sent tingles across her skin, a warmth spreading through her like a slow-burning flame. She instinctively tilted her head, feeling his breath tickle her skin, a wave of heat and shyness washing over her. Quickly, she pulled up her dress, trying to shield herself.