After Keith had finally left, Darius slowly walks over to Sheara, the smell of her fear overwhelming in his nose. Hands held in the air so as to show he is no threat, he slowly sank to his knees in front of her, before whispering her name.
“Sheara, please! Look at me.” His voice carried a note of pleading and desperation.
Slowly Sheara lifts her head to look in the molten gold of his eyes. Gasping she shrank back, then taking deep breaths her eyes seems to get back in to focus. Only when his dragon is satisfied that she is no longer in danger does the gold leave his eyes to go back in its normal blue color.
“I… I need to put the baby down.” Allowing her space, Darius backs away slowly before Sheara gets up on shaky legs, walking to the bedroom she had shared with Darius the previous eve
