CHAPTER 6
Aria Amethyst's Point of View
In the dimly lit room, an air of tension hung heavy, and I could feel the weight of his presence before I heard his voice, that deep baritone that never failed to send shivers down my spine. The moment his words cut through the silence, I straightened up abruptly, a picture frame I'd been clutching tightly hidden behind my back.
Oh no, not again. It was one of those moments when our paths crossed unexpectedly.
"H-Hi Si--" I stammered, my greeting cut short by the stern, unwavering tone of Sir Blue, his brows knitted, and his obsidian eyes fixed firmly upon me, like twin orbs of burning intensity.
A gulp worked its way down my throat. His gaze was intense, almost like it could consume me entirely.
"I...uh, your mother instructed me to clean your
