It took less than a minute for the moment to turn awkward, more like it thickened with sexual tension. Violet and Griffin were alone in the bathroom, the air heavy with warmth and the scent of jasmine. The idea of a bath with him was tempting, maybe too tempting.
Griffin looked just as uneasy. He scratched the back of his neck, and Violet noticed something.
"Your hair’s growing," she blurted out before she could stop herself.
Griffin ran a hand through his hair and gave a crooked grin. It was longer now, not buzzed like before but not long enough to brush back yet.
"Oh?" he teased, flashing that half-smile that always made her heart skip. "Maybe now that we’re in the Fae realm, you can order a few potions to help it grow faster. Then you can finally satisfy that little hair kink of yours."
"I do not have a hair kink," Violet shot back, pretending to sound offended. "I just like your hair."
"There," Griffin said with mock satisfaction. "A hair kink."
That did it! The both of them burst into laughter. But the laughter, just as quickly as it came, faded into silence. Their eyes locked and the bond between them hummed. Violet felt the hot and magnetic pull, and before she knew it, her feet were already moving.
She needed his lips on hers.
Violet was inches away when the door opened, and she spun around so fast she nearly lost her balance, pretending to check herself in the mirror.
Roman stood in the doorway, his eyes darting suspiciously between them. Then he caught sight of something in the mirror and froze.
"Well, would you look at that," he said, stepping closer.
Violet asked. "What?"
Roman grinned. "Your aura."
Sure enough, dark mist glowed around Violet’s reflection, swirling softly like smoke. Roman stood beside her, and his own reflection flared bright green.
"Splendid," he said proudly, flexing his arm. "Yo, Alaric! Get in here!"
Alaric walked in a moment later, clearly annoyed. "What is it now?"
"Check this out." Roman gestured to the mirror.
Alaric glanced at his reflection, and froze. An icy blue glow shimmered around him, like frost spreading across glass. "Whoa."
"I know, right?" Roman smirked. "Just one person left."
Just like that, Roman disappeared for a second and returned dragging a scowling Asher by the arm.
"What is so important—" Asher stopped mid-sentence. His reflection pulsed with a dark, shadowy aura that was deep as night, and as fierce as his gaze.
The room fell silent. Even he didn’t know whether to be proud or disturbed.

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