A few minutes ago—
Amyra stood in the arena, arms crossed, as Alden finally entered behind her.
Late.
Again.
She didn't show it, but she was irritated.
He was always like this—nonchalant, distracted and never taking things seriously unless it was something he cared about.
Amyra took a deep breath and controlled her urge to roll her eyes.
Still, this was fine.
She had already planned everything.
Today, she was going to teach him a short lesson.
And maybe… a little confession in disguise.
She turned toward him, her cold gaze locking onto his.
Did my glare intimidate him?
Good.
"You don't need to hold back," she said, her tone still cold.
Alden just nodded.
He was tapping his finger constantly. It was something he only did when he was bored.
Does he not like being with me?
Why, dear?
Why are you so impatient?
Should I just tie you up and keep you by my side until you learn to focus only on me?
She quickly shook off those thoughts.
Only if it were that easy.
