Chapter 81

Eryndor narrowed his eyes. Subconsciously, he pressed his cheek onto Elara's palm, then brushed his cheek against his hand just like an obedient kitten. Their roles had changed. He was clearly the one who wanted to take her away. How did it end up like this? "Shall I take your silence as a yes?" The moment Elara blurted that question, she realized it sounded a little familiar. It seemed like she had just heard the same question before. Watching the strange expression on Eryndor's face, Elara couldn't help but caress his cheek again. Didn't they say he wasn't aggressive at all? Eryndor was still spacing out as he stared straight at Elara with his beautiful eyes. She would probably never understand what gifting one's scale meant to such a devoted and arrogant race such as the merfolk. Moreover, she surely could never imagine what it meant to him when she carried his scale with her everywhere in the form of a necklace, hanging the scale so closely to where her heart was.