Lana
I narrowed my eyes at the empty doorway.
Just how much trouble was I in with this boy?
A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.
Before I could answer, Sylas strolled in like he owned the place.
"Miss me already, my sweet human?" he teased, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes flicked over me, and a slow smirk spread across his lips.
I crossed my arms. "You really have no concept of personal space, do you?"
"Not when it comes to you," he said smoothly. Then, tilting his head, he added, "Though I have to admit, the tunic looks even better on you than I imagined."
I rolled my eyes, tugging the fabric down slightly. "You picked it, didn't you?"
"Exactly. I have great taste," he said with a wink. "Now, come on. The others are waiting."
I frowned. "For what?"
Sylas grinned. "A little gathering. You'll see."
Gathering?
I hesitated. My legs still felt weak but eventually following him out. "Lead the way"
