LYRAEA.
I could feel my heartbeat racing frantically. All I could think about was the fact I never saw my father, and the fact I couldn't even feel him again made things even worse. I felt my world crumbling down, and the tears I had been holding back finally found their way down my cheeks. Then a young, handsome man walked in. He was dressed in black clothes, and his gaze was piercing as he watched me briefly. I swallowed a lump down my throat as I briefly observed him. He had a daring smile, but his eyes looked weird; they were golden with a shimmer of dark grey.
He sat on the bed beside me, my gaze still focused on his manly features, but I had other things to think about that I didn't have time to admire him.
"I hope you understand who you are dealing with."
I was silent when he as
