Rhys approached with a mischievous grin that played at the corners of his mouth. He relished the fear glimmering in their eyes as they recoiled, their nervous glances flitting between each other, treating him like a stalking predator. His laughter echoed, smooth and alluring, yet tinged with menace. "Did you really think you could escape me, my little nymph?"
Amara shot him a fierce glare, her defiance as biting as her icy stare.
Unfazed, Rhys chuckled. "Come on now, little nymph. The game of hide and seek has come to an end. It's time to return."
"I'm not going anywhere with you," she snapped, positioning herself protectively in front of her younger brother, shielding him from Rhys's sinister gaze and wicked grin. "Neither is my brother," she added firmly.
