As Akira stepped out of the flying car, her eyes scanned the imposing structure of the House of Frost Vella. Her expression turned cold, and her jaw clenched in a mixture of anger and resentment. She recalled the painful memories of her past, the cruelty and abuse she suffered at the hands of her own family. The thought of her parents' betrayal still lingered, a festering wound that refused to heal. Akira's gaze narrowed, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. She was here for one reason only: to collect her grandparents and leave this toxic place behind. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter ahead, and began to walk towards the entrance of the House of Frost Vella. Her long legs carried her with a confident stride, her hat clutched in one hand, and her eyes fixed on the door. The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement echoed through the air, a sharp contrast to the eerie silence that surrounded her.
Liam's eyes roamed over Akira's face, taking in the delicate features, the smooth skin, and the full lips. He seemed to be searching for something, a spark of recognition, perhaps, or a hint of interest. But Akira's face remained impassive, a mask of calm that refused to crack. Liam's gaze lingered on her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to place her. He seemed to be thinking, his brow furrowed in concentration, but Akira's expression remained a mystery, a puzzle he couldn't quite solve. The silence between them stretched out, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with tension. Liam's eyes finally dropped, his gaze falling to the ground, and he cleared his throat, breaking the spell.
"Well, beautiful, I suppose I'll just have to ask again. What brings you to the House of Frost Vella?" His voice was smooth, honeyed, but Akira's response was still a mystery, locked behind a mask of calm.
Akira's gaze never wavered, her eyes remaining fixed on Liam as if she was studying a specimen under a microscope. She didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge his question. Instead, she simply stood there, her presence a silent rebuke to Liam's forwardness. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken words, as the two stood locked in a silent standoff. Liam's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration, as he realized he wasn't getting the reaction he was used to. He was a man who was accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it, and Akira's silence was a challenge to his authority. He took a step closer, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and curiosity.
"You're not going to speak to me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Akira's response was a subtle smile, a faint curve of her lips that was both enigmatic and infuriating.
"To see someone," Akira said her voice was cold yet it felt like a sweet honey.
Liam's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he searched for a hint of emotion behind Akira's words. Her voice was a paradox, cold yet sweet, like a winter's breeze that carried the scent of honey. He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers, trying to unravel the mystery that was Akira.
"Someone?" Liam repeated, his voice low and husky, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Who might that be?" He took another step closer, his presence invading Akira's personal space, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she stood her ground, her eyes flashing with a hint of warning, like a spark of electricity in the air. Liam's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity, as he waited for her response. The air was heavy with tension, the silence between them thick and oppressive, like a challenge waiting to be met.
Liam's eyes continued to search Akira's face, trying to place her, but she remained a mystery to him. He was convinced that he had never met her before, and yet, there was something about her that seemed familiar. Akira's expression remained calm and serene, giving nothing away. She was a master of hiding her emotions, and Liam was none the wiser. He had no idea that the woman standing in front of him was the same one he had hurt and humiliated in the past. Akira's secrets were safe, for now.
Liam's eyes lingered on Akira's face, his gaze burning with curiosity. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing something, that there was a connection between them that he couldn't quite grasp. Akira, on the other hand, seemed completely uninterested in him, her expression a mask of calm indifference. She didn't even bother to respond to his question, simply standing there like a statue, her eyes fixed on some point beyond him. Liam's jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get a rise out of her. He was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it, and Akira's silence was a challenge to his authority. He took another step closer, his voice low and husky.
"You're not going to tell me who you're here to see?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement. Akira's response was a subtle raise of an eyebrow, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.
"I am here to see someone," Akira said coldly she walked passed Liam not caring about him even though he is part of the royal family.
"Prince Liam your uncle wants to talk to you," a shadow guard appeared and Liam flinched he sighed his uncle is a frightening person and has the tale as the crown prince. This shadow guard isn't even that powerful yet their aura is so deadly.
Liam's expression darkened as he turned to face the shadow guard, his eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and wariness. He knew that his uncle,the prince, was not a person to be trifled with, and the fact that he wanted to speak with him now was not a good sign. The shadow guard's aura was indeed deadly, and Liam could feel the weight of their gaze upon him. He nodded curtly, his jaw clenched in anticipation of what was to come.
"I'm coming," he said, his voice low and even, but his eyes betrayed a hint of unease as he followed the shadow guard, leaving Akira and her enigmatic presence.
The shadow guard nodded silently, their expression unreadable, as they turned to lead Liam away. Their presence seemed to draw the air out of the room, leaving a trail of tension in their wake. Liam followed, his eyes fixed on the guard's back, his mind racing with possibilities of what his uncle might want to discuss. The guard's aura was a palpable thing, a dark and foreboding energy that seemed to seep into Liam's bones. He quickened his pace, his heart beating slightly faster as he wondered what lay ahead. The silence between them was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft rustle of their footsteps on the stone floor. As they walked, the shadows seemed to deepen, as if the very darkness itself was closing in around them. Liam's unease grew, his senses on high alert, as he followed the shadow guard into the unknown.
*Liam's eyes met his uncle's, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. His uncle's handsome face was chiseled, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. The air around him was thick with an aura of power and intimidation, making Liam's unease grow. He approached his uncle, his movements stiff, and bowed his head in respect.
"Uncle," he said, his voice low and cautious.
His uncle's gaze seemed to bore into him, as if searching for something. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, making Liam's heart skip a beat. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken tension. Liam's uncle was a man of few words, but when he spoke, his voice was like a command.
"Liam," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
"I've been hearing rumors about your behavior. I think it's time we had a talk."
"Uncle Azriel," Liam shuttered.
Uncle Azriel's gaze seemed to intensify, his eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance at Liam's trembling. He leaned forward, his voice taking on a cold, menacing tone.
"So, you're still afraid of me, Liam. That's good. You should be," he said, his words dripping with malice.
"I've received reports that you've been... distracted lately. That you've been paying attention to a certain woman," he paused, his eyes glinting with interest.
"Tell me, Liam, what do you know about Akira?"