EVELARA
“Auntie?” Eryx tugged my sleeves, “what are you thinking again? Not feeling well? You can tell dad then, let's go!”
I couldn’t help but sigh. “Fine, let's go.” I said.
‘Like father, like son,’ Drave muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she stirred.
‘So true…’ I agreed with her. Both of them are too stubborn and demanding! ….
By the time I reached the bottom of the staircase, my nerves were taut like a finely tuned instrument.
The dining hall was sunlit, the marble floors glinting faintly, but my focus narrowed instantly to him… Lucien Virek. Calm, composed, and devastatingly perfect.
His storm-grey eyes lifted from the documents in front of him, and I felt the air thicken, my pulse stammering at the sight of him.
A flicker of fire from last night
