Aaron's POV
Things had taken a drastic turn the moment he had laid his eyes on her again. She had smiled at him, the corners of her pale pink lips parting to display a set of pearl-white teeth. The gesture had stopped his heart for a second.
Witch or not, spy or not, she somehow managed to stir something deep within his being. He had felt it rising inside him. And so he had left her room that night, throwing a half-hearted warning at her. It kept him restless all night.
The sight of her bared shoulders, her pale delicate shoulders that he had so badly wanted to touch. Her bell-like voice that wound around his heart like a silken string, pulling him towards her. And those sparkling gray eyes that tugged at his heart. It did not take long before he found himself walking towards the East Wing once again.