NYX’S POV
The moment I stepped inside, my phone rang. I bit my lower lip and cursed.
I didn’t even glance at the caller ID, I silenced it immediately. There was no need to add to the tension already surging through the air.
Elara stood by her work desk, her posture defining arrogance. Her golden-blonde hair caught the dim light from the lightning above. When she turned to me, her sharp blue eyes studied me with a mix of stoicism and mild irritation.
"Nyx, whatever visit you have to pay should be informed at least for courtesy," she said, her voice flat, full of authority.
Keeping my composure. "I'm sorry, I didn't have enough time to send a word," I answered, even though a storm was forming inside me. I clamped my fingers to a fist. Trying to mask how much her presence unsettled me.
