Onyx
When I lifted my head from my work to find Ferrah standing a few feet from me, I was surprised and oddly relieved. The feeling only lasted a moment before the pull caused my heart to twist painfully with desire. I forced the feeling aside as quickly as I could.
The look on her face made it clear that she wasn’t here for the pleasure of my company. Something was very wrong.
I stood and approached her. I stopped myself before I reached her, although my instinct was to comfort her as she was obviously upset.
When she didn’t reply to my question, a spark of anger flashed through me. I turned to follow her eyes and glared at Rydel and Emron.
I swear, those two lacked any sense of social grace. She was obviously here in a distressed state, yet they were standing at the door, staring at her in anticipation like they were watching a play.
“Get out,” I told Rydel.