A GLIMPSE OF LYSANDER'S HUMANITY
He spoke to the hostess in low, confident tones, and within minutes we were seated in a small booth near the back. I looked around, still trying to process this new side of him. Lysander, the man who wielded power with a single word, who had made my life a carefully controlled nightmare, was now sitting across from me in a tiny, bustling restaurant, his presence seeming almost out of place.
“You don’t like it?” he asked, his voice pulling my gaze back at him.
I shook my head quickly. “No, it’s not that. I just didn’t expect…” I trailed off, feeling foolish for even trying to explain.
A waitress appeared, her eyes lingering on Lysander a little longer than necessary as she handed us menus. I glanced at him as he studied the options, his face calm and co
