Lyrien's eyes, those cold, calculating eyes, bore into me with an intensity that sent a jolt of fear straight through me. The silence in the study was so thick you could cut it with a knife. For a moment, I wondered if I had gone too far, if my gambit was a catastrophic mistake. He was a man who was used to giving orders, not taking them.
A slow smile, devoid of any warmth, spread across his face. "You have courage, Rosa," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "More than I gave you credit for." He walked towards me, his steps deliberate and measured. I held my ground, refusing to shrink from his presence.
He stopped just inches from me, his towering frame casting a shadow over my face. "You seem to have forgotten something important," he murmured, his breath a cool whisper agains
