It was a little after midnight, and Ravon regretted not sending a message instead of traveling to meet Lord Eldric in person. The wait had been long and grating, and by the time Eldric finally appeared, Ravon's patience was already wearing thin. But his unease only grew when Eldric entered the room accompanied by Fiona, his daughter.
Eldric carried himself with his usual air of superiority, his expression impassive as he strode to the seat across from Ravon. Fiona followed closely behind him, her graceful movements drawing Ravon's unwilling attention. She settled beside her father, offering Ravon a soft smile that sent his thoughts spiraling.
The last time he had seen her, Fiona had been stunning. Now, she was utterly captivating. Her beauty was a magnet, and Ravon found himself momentarily lost in her gaze, his breath catching in his throat. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before Eldric noticed.
