Adrenaline (cont)

[Adara Snow]

Adara went gratefully into Emilian's arms, laying her head against his chest when she could not look into his eyes. "I am sorry, Emilian," she said again, the words barely audible. Her fingers curled into his shirt, holding him, as though he might change his mind and walk away.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian held her to him and put his cheek on the top of her head. "He's the one that should be sorry," he said. Larten could die for all Emilian cared, and the guy just refused to stop! Why had he felt it necessary to continue to talk to Adara? Emilian's arms tightened.

[Adara Snow]

Adara felt safe, protected in Emilian's arms, despite the violence of his reaction to Larten, or maybe because of it. He had come out of nowhere to rescue her, to defend her honor, though he likely would not say as much. She was his, and despite her lack of definitive term for that state, she reveled in it. "Thank you, Emilian," she murmured.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian kissed the top of her head and then brought his hand up to her chin, pulling her up for a kiss, then putting his arm back around her. It was a gentle kiss, not demanding, but he needed it, partially to show her that he truly wasn't mad at her. He pulled away after a minute, "Were you coming to see me?"

[Adara Snow]

Adara blinked, her mind ever so slightly pleasantly hazy from the kiss. Her gaze rose to Emilian's, and she nodded. "I said that I would, to tell you about my costume." Though she was coming to see him immediately after the ball, his interest was flattering, and she would not argue. "Will you take me inside, Emilian?" she asked, recalling where they stood. "I do not want to be on the street anymore."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smiled and took her arm, leading her into the building and up the stairs.

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