The delicate figure in Ethan's arms, once cold, now burned with warmth. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric, eliciting a soft gasp from Lyla, who nearly slipped from his grasp.
The next second, Ethan's Soul Sense stirred, and a dark cloak materialized in his hand. He draped it over her delicate skin, covering what had been exposed to the cool air.
As Lyla looked up in surprise, Ethan turned. Just in time, he saw Amber Zane and Kiara. They had rounded the entrance, peeking around the corner.
Seeing them, Lyla quickly released her arms from around Ethan's neck. She pulled the dark cloak tighter, her bare body now completely enveloped.
Her small face was flushed, her eyes still hazy with emotion. "Ethan… have you ever been to Frostveil Cavern?"
She realized it was the very cloak she'd dropped inside the cavern when her Ninth Granduncle had taken her away.
"Hmm… you've suffered," Ethan said, his voice soft with tenderness, as he gently caressed her cheek.
