Zyair's raging eyes glowed with a blue fire as they remained fixated on Doran. He ambled forward on his long legs, his persona dark as he took the witness stand.
Skyla's heart somersaulted in her chest, he was here. Even his presence was like a gust of warm wind on a freezing day, it blew and whirled around her, cushioning her and leaving her flushed.
Her eyes landed on his coat and her face heated up, he was wearing the lapel pin she had given him.
If the looks could kill, Doran would have been a pile of black ash by now. Zyair never thought he could hate a man more than Diego; the one who was first to rape him and destroy his innocence and yet Doran had surpassed him.
Zyair raised his hand to take the oath as he watched Skyla from his peripherals. He wanted to turn his eyes in her direction and soak in all her warm beauty but all eyes were on him.
After the oath, Zyair spoke in his deep rumbling voice.
