Alastair
My attention was solely fixed on the scene unfolding in front of me. Every detail was etched into my mind: the way Corvin held Nyala's wrist, her fearless reaction, her refusal to back down. Her spitfire attitude piqued my interest. She stood her ground despite knowing that it would likely lead to trouble.
The ongoing conversation between my father and his friend, William, faded into background noise. They discussed business deals that held no appeal for me. Warren was conspicuously absent. I could only assume he had retreated somewhere to avoid getting bogged down by our father's introductions to his older associates and business partners.
My eyes scanned the room in search of Nyala. How had she managed to slip away so quickly? I caught sight of Corvin exiting the hall. I was
