"I'm not going to hurt your sister because she killed quite a large number of humans," he told her, his tone calm but edged with that unreadable weight he often carried. Words that made the frown already settled on Aria's face deepen even further as she continued to stare at him. Her eyes, dark and glimmering faintly under the candlelight, didn't waver for a second.
Zyren stood still by the window, the silver light tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, his expression unbothered. "I'm a king of vampires for a reason," he continued, his voice low, each word deliberate and smooth. "But I guess you do need to speak to her. I'm not sure Savira can help though, but you can do as you like."
The words hung between them, heavy and quiet, and slowly, the weight that had settled in Aria's chest since Zyren mentioned her sister began to ease. The cold pressure that had gripped her lungs gradually defused until she felt she could breathe again, though not completely.
