Damian's expression softened, an unexpected smile touching his lips as her words resonated within him. She possessed a rare ability to stir his composure, a sensation that had once irritated him but now felt like a welcome shift in his own nature.
His gaze drifted to the tray resting nearby, where two silver glasses sat.
"I do see your heart, Eilika," Damian replied. He crossed the room, his eyes narrowing as he examined the glassware.
He lifted the full glass, inhaling the scent of the liquid; it was peculiar, and a dark suspicion began to take root in his mind. The erratic, uncharacteristic nature of her behavior suddenly clicked into place. Was it an aphrodisiac? He noted the empty glass beside it, the implication clear.
"Really?" Eilika lifted her head, her movements sluggish as she realized he was standing mere inches away.
"Yes," he confirmed, setting the glass firmly back onto the tray, his jaw tightening.
