"Oh!" Ara was stunned. She should not talk to Emyr Viceroy like that!
"You are not a plaything, Miss Gray!"
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know what I was saying!" Her hands were shaking so she pushed them inside the pockets of the blouse.
Emyr was not touching but his stare was like a warm blanket shrouding her whole being.
No matter what explanation he had made to her, his eyes were golden while gazing at her. The sun was behind him...
Ara blinked when she felt him hypnotizing her. She looked all around her.
"Um... what time is it?
"About five. It will be sunset in a few minutes." Emyr glanced at his wristwatch. "Come, let's see the sunset at the tower."
"You're not angry with me?"
"Why? For calling yourself a plaything?" he joked with a chuckle. "Of course not. Let's just forget that y
