Marienne's life was completely undone when her village went up in flames. Badly burned and her eyesight lost, she awakes in a strange place, with no knowledge of how she arrived there. Her savior was the enigmatic and alluring Victor, the Lord of Az...
Author's Note: I'm happy to say I finished yet another chapter. I was dealing with a good amount of burnout/writer's block when it came to this one, so I'm overjoyed I managed to get it out on time. It took a three-day hiatus and a couple naps, but it's done! Also, Eyes of Azyron passed 750 reads on 8/20/24! Thank you guys for sticking with me, and please leave your thoughts on this chapter in the comments below.
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I tried to be covert in examining Victor while sipping my tea, glancing over the rim of my cup and hoping for the faintest glimmer of the golden light I had seen before. I was not succeeding. His dark eyes twinkled with amusement when they met my determined scowl. "I am not sure it works that way, Marienne."
I sighed, letting my cup clatter into its saucer. "Well, then maybe I shall never learn." My bottom lip was pouty and petulant. Or perhaps, I wanted things to fall into place a little too quickly. My mother would have chided me for not being more patient. I finished my tea, sat in stormy silence, and played with the edge of my nails rather than meet Victor's eye.
"I'm sure you will, my dear. In time." He replied, sipping on his own tea, looking like a lean elegant shadow. From beneath my eyelashes, I watched him, taking in his sensuous grace. His height gave him an air of regal importance, even now sitting down, surrounded by roses. The dark clothes he wore seemed to drink in the light, making him paler, almost ghostly in the morning sun. He called me beautiful, but it more so could be said about him. He was terrifying, an exciting temptation. I'd never known anyone like him in my life.
I didn't answer him, and he seemed to pick up on the tension within me. His mouth twitched, once, twice, then slowly curled up into a smile. It only soured me further, pushing me down into my brown study. I opened my mouth to speak, and so did he, at the exact same time interrupting one another before we'd even gotten started.
"Oh, you go on ahead first, my lord." I bit my lip, feeling very inadequate and uncouth.
He bristled at the honorific, but he pushed it down smoothly. I still couldn't fathom why calling him by his title would irritate him so, but it didn't really seem to matter. A slight change in his emotions had elicited the tiniest flickering in his Aura, and I was surprised I could understand it. It was electric white and sparking, then snuffed out quickly, much like his evident irritation had been. Perhaps, I would be lucky enough to grasp this new-found ability after all.
