thump thump
The cabin door of the private jet closed with a soft hiss, sealing them in, as the pilot had already been directed to delay the jet and reach their destination a day later.
Avendial dropped into the plush seat with a calm air, undoing the top button of his shirt with one hand.
His sharp blue eyes locked on Rivia, whose purple hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid silk.
She stood frozen, her hands fidgeting as she looked at him, her sword resting on a nearby seat while she stood with her heart thumping, remembering the words he had said upon their arrival here, clearly anticipating, at the same time fearing, that she might offend him.
"Take it off," he said, his voice low but firm.
"Master…" Her voice wavered, her amethyst eyes blinking in confusion, while she saw him putting his suit aside, now opening half of the upper button of his shirt as he lay back with his gaze fixed on her. "What are you asking—"