Zyran's body moved with a still grace as he turned his head, the moonlight catching in his crimson eyes like twin flames. His gaze zeroed in on the figure emerging from the trees—Cyrus.
The air changed instantly.
Gone was the heat and haze of his touch on Isabella's skin. In its place, a new tension unfurled. Sharp. Electric. Primal.
Zyran didn't flinch, didn't even blink. But something in him shifted. His posture relaxed, a smirk still playing on his lips, but his stare? Lethal. His red eyes locked with the pale pink ones of the intruder like two ancient forces facing off.
Isabella blinked, the trance Zyran had put her in finally cracking. She turned slowly, her heart thudding against her ribs. She didn't have to see his face to know who it was. That voice, calm yet commanding, had called her name like a tether, grounding her instantly.
Her lips parted—she meant to say something, anything—but she barely got out a startled, "Oh—" before everything spun.
