>>Aelin
He looked at me, completely motionless, as if the air had been knocked from his lungs.
My eyes welled with tears—not just from sadness, but from the sheer weight of everything that could've been.
"Her name was-"
"Asha," Draegon completed my sentence, "I remember," He said, "You told me last time."
I gave him a broken smile. "I wrote to you about her in every letter after I found out. I thought maybe… if you knew, it would bring you home faster."
Draegon's eyes darkened, filled with something raw. Grief. Shock. A splintering kind of sorrow. But no words left his lips.
I know it's been a while since I lost her but I still can't help but think about her, "I wonder who she would have looked like," The words were a mere whisper, but filled with sorrow.
Draegon still didn't speak. He reached forward instead, slowly—carefully—like he was afraid to break me or maybe himself. His hand found mine on the sheets, rough fingers curling gently around my trembling ones.
