Lorien’s POV

I finally released the breath I’d been holding as I slipped into the gown. The floor-length silver fabric clung delicately to my frame, shimmering like liquid moonlight. It was breathtaking too beautiful, almost. The material was thin and cool against my skin, and I hesitated to adjust it, afraid that my clammy palms might leave faint marks on its perfection.

“You look incredible.”

Auren’s voice low and rich, like velvet stretched over steel rolled through the room. A ...