Lorien POV

The hotel lobby was breathtaking elegant in a way that made me feel out of place. Everything gleamed as though it had been polished by moonlight itself, and I hesitated to touch anything, afraid my fingers might somehow stain the perfection. The chandelier hanging high above sparkled with a thousand fragments of light, and for a brief, foolish moment, I found myself lost in it, my gaze caught by the shimmer instead of where I was walking.

Auren trailed close behind me. I could feel ...