Sawyer
“A warlock?” I asked with anger and surprise in my voice, looking at Alarix with wide eyes, seeing him nod slowly, not bothered even slightly by my harsh tone.
“Correct, but I am curious to hear about the prediction,” he said nonchalantly, drinking a small sip from the glass as his eyes were connected with mine. He was calm and collected, not showing any kind of emotions.
“Tell me about the warlock first,” I demanded, making his eyebrows raise in challenge, as if telling me to know my place and not resist him.
I took Violet´s hand beneath the table, trying to calm my nerves and decrease my anger. I didn´t want to offend the vampire in his own home with my impulsive behaviour, so I sighed heavily before nodding in agreement.
“Start at the beginning,” Alarix commanded casually
