Chapter 40

Elara's fingers were warm and soft. They pressed onto Eryndor's skin with the cooling ointment. Although it helped ease the numbness coming from his wound, it also brought an odd sensation. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced. He was forced to endure her touch, and his expression went from being confused to restrained tension. He even trembled slightly, seeming to be in agony. "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Elara noticed him evading her slightly and was concerned. Eryndor's semi-translucent ear fins twitched underneath his blond hair, and a faint blush spread across his pale skin. He bit his lip, not making a sound. He seemed particularly… alluring. Elara had no idea cold-blooded creatures could flush. "Are you okay?" He looked away from her without responding. Even he didn't know what was wrong with himself. She faltered before continuing to apply the ointment. He remained silent throughout the whole thing, not making a sound. His exquisite features were shrouded in the sha