Josiah stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with astonishment. Ever since he had come face to face with the King, he marveled at the majestic wings that adorned his back, while the guards scrambled away in fear. Eloide had pleaded with Josiah countless times not to approach but he did anyways.
"How do you grow those on your back?" he asked, pointing at the wings.
The mountain spirit lady smiled at him, but Draven barely acknowledged his presence; he kept scanning the expansive sitting room. His gaze flickered over the blazing hearth, the plush carpet, and the settee. He inspected all seven entrances leading into the room, yet found no sign of her. He had searched every frantic being darting from him, but none bore her face.
Damn, why? He wondered, grappling with his fixation on seeing her. If she mattered so much, he should have at least remembered her. Instead, the mere thought of her sent a thrill through him.
