Chapter 159
Emmaline
I can't hear anything over the sound of my own beating heart.
She is speaking.I know she is speaking. I see her mouth moving, see the ancient words forming, see the fog swirling thicker around our feet. But the sound doesn't reach me.
It's just my heart.
Loud. Relentless. Trying to escape my chest.
I'm sure I'm responding. Nodding. Saying yes. My body knows what to do even if my mind has floated somewhere above the chandeliers, watching this scene from a distance.
My fingers are clammy.
This dress—the dress I absolutely love, the dress that cost more than most people will see in a lifetime, the dress that makes me look like a star—is extremely heavy.
I feel every pound of it.
I look at Daelan's eyes, trying to bring me back to reality.
It's not helping.
Why is he looking at me like that?
His pretty eyes, looking like amethyst is this light, are glassy and wet. Looking like he can't believe this is happening.
Same.
Ah.
