Atarah Klyte
"Next time, learn to tie your shoes properly, or you might trip over," he retorted. His voice tinged with a subtle warning. Slowly, he rose from his kneeling position, his movements deliberate and measured, as if emphasizing the importance of his words.
I glanced up at him, surprised because he was tall, probably around 5'11 or 6' just like Rare.
And goodness, I couldn't deny how handsome he was. He had a cool vibe about him. Instead of being scared because he had a big gun hanging from him, his aura of coolness prevailed.
Our gazes met, and it felt like he was drawing me in, and I couldn't help but look at him. I could see his whole face; he had a moreno complexion, but his lips were red and parted. His eyes were gray, which added to his cool demeanor.
"Thank you," I for
