Zuriel looks at the woman coming towards us with estimation. She is stunning with brown hair and high cheekbones. She has honey-brown eyes that look at my husband with fondness. I feel a growl leaving my chest, and I instinctively move closer to Zuriel, holding his hand. I'm surprised when he lifts my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it quickly. The woman stands in front of me and bows her head politely. " Hello, Princess Elara," " Hello to you," I look up at Zuriel for an introduction, but he doesn't say a word. " Zuriel, I was informed you are. Is everything alright?" she asks with concern in her gaze. I hate how she looks at him. " Yes, Elara, got in a minor accident," he told her. The woman's gaze travels to me and frowns," Are you alright, dear?" " Yes, I am. He just overreacted. My husband thinks I'm made of glass," I smile, staring at Zuriel. I greatly desire to show this woman that Zuriel is my husband. Mine. I'm claiming my territory. " Oh, that's a relief," "
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