Afa's lips curled into a sly smirk, and her eyes gleamed with a secret she was dying to spill. She tilted her head toward Alaric, her voice smooth and teasing. "I wonder what kind of face he'll make once he gets to know about you and your powers, my lord."
I rolled my eyes, letting out a loud yawn that echoed off the cage walls. "What are you two up to? Just do it fast so I can get outta here. This place is boring me to death." I wasn't lying—the whole setup was starting to feel like a bad play, and I was ready for the curtain to drop.
Afa's smirk widened, but Alaric didn't even glance at me. Instead, he let out a low, guttural chuckle that made the hairs on my neck stand up.
