A battle of wills
Kavielle POV
His eyes locked with mine as soon as I crossed the threshold; my heartbeat still steady, my conscious thought focused on keeping myself in control. From everything I knew from books and media, he would be able to sense my fear, maybe even smell it like an animal. He didn't bother with a mask this time, as he walked down the well-lit stairwell; his dark soulful eyes were tender, his posture was more relaxed, not as tense as he was the last time.
Madison looked between him and I, seeming to realize he was staring right at me, his demeanor mirroring my own. For some reason, I wanted him to know I wasn't scared anymore. Maybe, this time, he would acknowledge our history and we could talk about it.
It had to be true. There was no doubting this was all about him.
Smiling, I beat Madison to the punch, "My Lord, we are so honored to be here." His face changed, just for a moment, before returning to stoic.
