Nobody moved as the leaders of the two factions began to speak. Layla's subordinates watched the doorway like statues, not a single one stepping forward without command. Moon's team fanned out behind him, filling the entrance, weapons drawn, shields raised.
The two sides faced each other across the length of the throne room.
Layla spoke first.
"You are more handsome than people describe you." She smiled. It was soft, almost warm, a smile that could make a man forget where they were standing.
Moon didn't reply. His eyes moved across her body, reading her posture, the placement of her hands. Analyzing every detail.
Layla wasn't tense, or afraid, she was very relaxed, contrary to what he expected.
'She is confident…but why?'
"Awe." Her lips curved downward in a pout that looked practiced to perfection. "Don't look at me with such cold eyes. I really don't deserve them."
