Chapter 387

Eron had paused what he was doing, straightened, and turned to look at him. 

He remembered the way his heart had stuttered, how it felt as though the very air had been bulldozed from his lungs when Eron’s eyes met his. In that single glance, he was completely undone, utterly disarmed by the serene, otherworldly beauty before him.

He had stared into those impossibly blue eyes which had haunted him for centuries in the Underworld. They were the colour of the open sea at dawn, glimmering like sapphires kissed by sunlight. 

He remembered thinking they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Eron smiled and walked towards him. The grove seemed to respond as he moved for the trees sang louder, their leaves rustling in a lilting, melodic chorus that filled the air with harmony.

And then, Eron finally stood before him, close enough that Vathar could feel the warmth radiating from him, he had spoken with that gentle, sweet voice Vathar could nev