As much as Zariel Had tried to hide it, he still felt uncomfortable after nearly a week. The matter of the kiss kept returning to his dreams whenever he meditated. At first, he suspected it was Aurelia. Every fiber of his being told him as such, yet the Weave could not find anything. It was a strange matter.
Aurelia seemed as carefree as ever, enjoying her time, singing and dancing whenever they went out for an hour or to get something to eat. She had quite a few partners. Men who were not nearly as handsome as he was, much less as powerful. Of course, he wasn't jealous. How could he be? He was Zariel Snow, The Silver Devil. Not to mention, he didn't like dancing. God forbid singing. At least not openly. And most of all, he wasn't jealous.