Chapter 36

• Cesmae’s POV
• Kylian’s words hang in the air, leaving me stunned and flushed furiously. My mind scrambles to string together a coherent sentence, but the way he looks at me, the intensity in his eyes, it’s as if all rational thought has evaporated. I open my mouth to say something—anything—but nothing comes out.
• A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he pulls away, standing up with a grace that seems effortless despite the severity of his injuries. The loss of his warmth makes the air around me feel colder, and emptier.