His pristine attire complimented his bold and dark eyes. His stance spoke a millions words, yet you could only say one, powerful. "Don't be distracted by looks sweetheart, otherwise your life could be at stake." His cold venomous words could peirce any heart with fear. "Is it at stake being here then? Should I worry?" I asked, annoyance and sarcasm laced in every word. His eyes snapped to me, his aura turning dark, darker than before, if that's even possible. "Don't detest me, after all... this is my world... you're a mere lost little rodent.... be careful ... little sister."