Aeryl picked it up and drank fast. The liquor burned going down, smoky and hot, and she coughed against her wrist. His mouth twitched in near-laughter, but she caught it. It was the closest thing to a smile she'd seen from him in five days.She took another drink. Then another. And Aramisius instantly took the bottle away from her. Too late, Aeryl felt like laughing already. The silence stretched, but it wasn't the cold silence of their argument. He watched her with those silver-red eyes."Elyria," she said. "It's tomorrow. I am so scared. Nevertheless, I am so glad you taught me things during the journey.""Yes.""What happens there?"He looked at the bottle. His thumb traced the rim. "They will try to argue that the binding is invalid. That a little hybrid cannot stand beside a lycan prince.""And if they succeed?"The muscle in his jaw jumped. "They won't."She should have felt safe hearing that. Instead she felt the weight of it."Aeryl." Her name in his mouth sounded so low and
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