(Author's POV)
Myra kept taking glances at Brave and Alaric's faces. It was like 'same same, but different' kinda feeling for her.
Alaric noticed Myra's lingering eyes, when she was unconsciously gawking at Brave in a daze. 'She wasn't able to succeed in seducing me, so now she's going to switch her target, not bad human, you have got guts' Alaric sneered inwardly, loathing Myra. 'But I won't let you make your move on Brave.'
Myra looked at Alaric this time and saw him glaring back at her fiercely. Her hand which was holding the spoon trembled a bit by that vicious gaze. She felt guilty then dismissed that thought gawking right back at Alaric, challenging him. Alaric sneered and gestured, his thumb slicing his neck. 'Try anything and you are dead meat, human.'
"Read my lips, rude freak, nutcase" Myra's mouth moved staring at Alaric. There were sparks flying between the two, as neither backed down.
