IRYN'S POV

Faintly, I feel Nyall's hand on my arm stroke me, causing me to stare up at him again.

Blinking twice, I try to brace myself.

Why do I feel so overwhelmed?

Should I tell him I don't... like what he said?

Is that... okay?

Lifting my eyebrows, I open my mouth to say something but then Nyall shakes head at me.

“It's absurd that anyone told you that. You have every right to wear footwears. It's absurd that I never noticed this.”

My brows fall, and now my mouth falls open ...