Darian balled a fist and walked slowly towards her even as his jaw stiffened. Noel rushed over to him and grabbed one hand. Darian turned to face Noel. In his eyes, there was a plea. Darian could almost hear him say, "You can't do this. Do you want to become like me?"
Darian loosened himself from Noel's grip. Noel shrugged his shoulders in resignation.
Before Darian could come closer, the woman said, "I do not intend to fight with the Golden Eagle."
Darian stopped on his tracks. The water dried from his mouth when he said, "Who the hell are you?"
The woman rose to her feet and spread her hands wide. Wind blew gently into the room, making the hair of everyone dance. The wind moved in her direction and lifted her clothes and her hair. Some leaves and flowers in the garden entered through
