Third Person's POV
Listening to the concern and fear in his voice, a honeyed feeling spread across her body.
It felt warm, sweet, and utterly intoxicating.
She leaned into him with a contented face, her cheek pressing against the solid wall of his chest, and whispered,
"I am alright. It's okay."
She caressed his cheek, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
Ethan went blank, his crimson eyes losing focus as he found himself lost in her beautiful violet eyes.
But soon, he frowned, as something felt wrong.
His mother didn't seem to be in the right state of mind.
Concern flickered across his features, and he suddenly asked,
"And how is Aurelia, Mom?"
The word Aurelia seemed to have done its job.
Eleanor straightened up from his arms as though she had been struck by lightning, her expression shifting from dreamy contentment to bewildered guilt in the span of a heartbeat.
