Chapter 164

Callista instinctively wanted to look away, but it was as if her eyes were magnetically drawn to Alaric, utterly powerless to break free.

Every breath she took was laced with his cool mint and sea salt scent, intertwined with the subtle chill of medicine.

His gaze was like thick morning fog—vast, inescapable, enveloping her so completely that there was nowhere to run.

She knew this look from Alari