"Seville!"
Su An'an's eyes flew open, crystalline teardrops still clinging to her butterfly-wing lashes.
She instinctively tried to push herself up, but froze the moment she raised her hand.
Her fingertips didn't touch fabric, but her own bare skin.
"Are you all right?"
Seville quickly reached out to steady her swaying shoulders, but snatched his hand back as if shocked the instant he touched her skin.
His amber pupils flickered, and his Adam's apple bobbed unnaturally.
"My head hurts so much!"
Su An'an pressed her temples and suddenly gasped.
Fragmented memories flooded in like a tide: the feel of Seville's silver-violet hair brushing against her neck.
The gold and pink Divine Patterns entwined on the altar, the strange, searing throb deep in her abdomen.
"We... bonded?"
Her voice trembled, unsteady, and her black eyes were wide circles of shock.
Her gaze swept over their surroundings in disbelief.
