She felt like she was being pulled into them again. Those breathtakingly beautiful eyes that seemed no lesser than two black holes, ripping apart everything that she knew until now and singularly demanding her attention.
As a cold gust pushed in through the window, Luna startled awake, quickly unhanding him with embarrassment. Caliban smiled, letting go of her arms. He sat back, casually draping his one arm on the seat rest as he refused to let go of her nervous gaze.
"We're fine Harold. But be careful." He replied with a smirk. "The road will only get worse from here."
"Yes, my lord!" The coachman replied in gratitude, pulling the carriage forward.
As the sway of the cart fell into a steady rhythm once again, the goddess tore her eyes away from the man, cursing under her breath. What was she even thinking about? She scolded herself, displeased at the presence of the red stone in her head that amplified such feelings.
