Castian’s eyes blinked open. He was alone.
He exhaled quietly as he stood from the tree chair. He turned around and, seeing no one, moved to the central area of the Elder’s underground cave.
Chrystal was seated cross-legged on the floor, sipping something that smelled awful. He reached out lightly with his mind and felt a wall. He smiled - almost
At least I don’t have to deal with all that noise in her head anymore, he mused.
Her eyes were on him, and he almost stopped his approach. She was running her eyes over him like he was a meal she wanted to devour.
Her eyes roved lazily from his legs to his waist, where her gaze lingered, then to his torso, his chest, she paused on his neck, then she froze.
He sat.
She tore her eyes from him and blew into her steaming cup, her cheeks turning
