/-Alora-/
The sudden grating sound of the iron door that swung open jolted me away from my thoughts. Then, in a cold gust, came that raw shiver of chopping through the thick heat of the dungeon like the smell of pine. My pulse quickened. Randall.
He entered the cell like a dangerous predator, his silver-colored eyes fixed on mine. His countenance was inscrutable, yet his presence filled the tight area, suffocating and dominating all at once. I raised my shoulders, deciding that there was no way he could see a hint of fear—or was it curiosity?—in my eyes.
“Quiet?” he asked me, his tone deep and for some reason dangerous despite me rarely hearing any aggression from him before. “Not like the girl who told me off and practically dared me to do something about it today.”
I clamped my mou
