The cushions were plush, the kind that pulled you in and made it difficult to get back up, but Alex wasn't thinking about comfort.
The moment he settled in, his mind drifted elsewhere.
Flashbacks from the previous midnight surfaced, playing in his mind like fragments of a half-remembered dream.
Lyriel.
And then… everything that had happened after.
His fingers unconsciously clenched against the fabric of the couch.
It hadn't been a normal meeting, not by any means.
There was something about Lyriel—something otherworldly, even in a place already filled with magic and mystery.
He exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead as if trying to push away the thoughts.
Whatever last night had been, it wasn't something he could dwell on right now.
The last thing he needed was to be bricked up while walking outside—especially in the middle of an elven marketplace.
That would be a disaster.
