LYRA
He sinks into the seat beside me in silent elegance. I risk a sneak peek of his visible features from the corner of my eye. The moment that mask is placed back over those exquisite cheekbones and framing that perfectly straight nose, Alaric becomes someone else entirely... colder, darker, someone truly more frightening. In fact, the entire way here Alaric refrained from uttering a word. Not to me or his seemingly favorite witch.
"I await with bated breath, or have you just summoned me here so we can all just stare at each other?" He asks sarcastically, a note of irritation evident that has the occupants squirming and shifting uncomfortably.
"Obviously there is a reason, so get on with it." He commands in that strong tone that leaves no room fordisobedience.
It's a tone I've hear
