Chapter 38

Torren tugged irritably at his tie. “Gods, I hate these things.”

Alaric grinned and straightened his own tie. “Aye, but you look very handsome.”

Torren punched him in the arm. “Shut up.”

Alaric sucked in his breath. He was staring at the door to the common room and Torren followed his gaze.

“Gods be damned,” Torren breathed.

Seraphine, gorgeous in a soft blue dress and her blonde hair glinting in the hundreds of twinkling lights that had been strung to the ceiling, had entered the common room, carrying Theo and holding Mirella’s hand.

But it was not Seraphine that had Alaric’s attention so riveted. Behind her, smiling and clasping her hands nervously in front of her waist, was Elowyn.

Her red hair was braided and wound around her head with a few soft curls pulled down and framing her pale face. The dress Torren had picked out for her fit her perfectly. The bodice clung to her full breasts and small waist, and her skin glowed against the dark