Hearts and Ashes
"But she prefers to sit with the other wallflowers and gossip over drinks. I’m not complaining, though."
"Of course not."
Daelan suddenly leaned closer, placing a hand on my shoulder, his voice low. "Don’t look now, but Sirius Black just entered the dance floor... and he’s heading straight for Arwyn."
"Why should Thrystan care?" Sora snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation.
But I was already moving, my gaze locking onto the smug face of Sirius as he approached Arwyn. That insufferable bastard. I dropped the goblet, letting it clatter onto the table, and stormed toward the dance floor, my chest tight with rising anger.
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