(Author's POV)
Alaric and Myra kept on staring at each other, neither of them uttering anything to the other. The spark between the two of them intensifying as they kept peering into each other's orbs, searching for something deep within the other person.
Alaric's eyes flickered to the highlighted beauty mark on Myra's left eye, which was making her look like a divine goddess of seduction, captivating his heart. Her red gown fluttered from the night breeze showing her slender legs from that double slit outfit elegantly.
Myra's heart beat jumped up and down frantically, as she saw the look on Alaric's perfectly sculpted face. Unlike their previous encounters, Alaric wasn't glaring at her like he always does, treating her like she was some culprit. His face held a rather conflicting expression seeing Myra. One minute, she saw his features soften a bit and another minute she could feel his eyes darkening few shades as Alaric's breathing became slightly heavy.
