As Sterling stormed through the granite corridors of Inreus, his normally composed demeanour was shattered by his frustration with Faye and her child-like stubbornness.
His heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of his furious footsteps. The adrenaline coursing through his veins guided his movements, driving him forward almost recklessly.
It was as if Arvon's dragon spirit had taken control, steering him through the maze of the monastery's halls, his rage with the current situation seeping into every fiber of his being.
The sound of Faye's heat-filled shouts lingered in his ears, growing fainter with each passing moment as his feet swiftly carried him away from the room.
His face was flushed blood red, his jaw clenched tightly, and his brows furrowed in irritation. Each footfall he took was heavy, causing his boot heels to echo loudly against the cold, hard floor as if emphasizing the magnitude of his raging emotions.
