LAYLA'S POV
The words echoed down the dark hallway: "You don't belong here."
I spun around. My heart was pounding in my chest. For a moment, I felt scared. I thought I had gotten into trouble. I looked in the darkness for who said that until my eyes landed on a figure standing a few steps away.
He wasn't like the nobles I usually saw strutting around Silverfang Keep. No. He was different. He was tall and he gave out a commanding aura without even trying. He had auburn hair and when his piercing amber eyes met mine, I felt my breath catch. His aura was dark, dominant, and yet… magnetic.
For a heartbeat, I couldn't move. He looked like sin dressed as a man.
He was devilishly handsome. That was the only way I could describe him.
"W–who are you?" I whispered
The man's lips curved into a half-smile. He seemed smooth and dangerous all at once. "Lucian Stormvale," he said "I'm a noble from the outer territories."
