His Daring Eyes
But despite all that, this is a hurt I must bear.
- Vinnandra'a Musings in Saegra's Empty Diary, Gifted To Her By Lord Albridge.
How was it possible for one's hands to be both cold and hot at the same time.
Gripping her tightly by the waist to prevent what would have been an otherwise shameful fall in the midday of all the guests that had gathered was Xander Lenklock.
Indeed, the spell had been broken. And the name of the monster of Vinnandra's heart had been uttered, shattering any and every spell that once held it captive.
Silver eyes that had been familiar to her once no longer was familiar. They looked cold, distant, appraising, and devoid of all emotions.
For three years he ran from him, only to encounter him in the very first public event she was attending.