~Bethany~
“Thank you,” I find myself telling the Vel Morin.
He scrunches his nose at me, and that triggers a grin to spread across my lips before I can help it.
Olyon goes stock still, fixating on my mouth. I realize this is probably the first time I’ve slipped up and actually smiled around him.
I wipe the expression away quickly, feigning boredom. But then the Vel Morin tenses, and my attention skips down to where the oval marking on his neck lights up in a soft green light.
He’s dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket that fits his ebony-trimmed body perfectly.
It looks like he’s listening to something far away, with his head tipped, and then he grumbles something I can’t make out and disappears back into Velthra.
After a second, I no longer feel his presence.
Interesting.
