In the Eye of the Storm

But Zephyra, Lyn, as she now asked him to call her, felt different. Or at least, he hoped she was. There was something about her that felt real, that made him want to see beyond the usual game. She wasn't like the others, was she?

Yet, in the quiet intimacy of the room, he was keenly aware of the fact that she had no idea who he truly was. To her, he was just another good-looking man with raw power, a mere vessel of strength and influence. He was only what she could see, only what his reputation and appearance had painted for her. She wasn't captivated by his soul, his mind, or his history. She was interested in him, just him, and that left him feeling vulnerable in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

Her eyes, though, those eyes, they were watching him with something akin to evaluation, as if she was sizing him up, calculating his worth.