For a good chunk of time, Cynric merely glared at her steady figure with nothing to say in return.
Arabella maintained eye contact like Silas had never seen her do before. Part of him stung as she never stared him in the eyes for that long, but another part wished to never be on the receiving end of such a heavy scowl.
"Can you read them?" the wolfman finally spoke.
"Not yet," she shook her head while never looking away for a second, "But I know where to start in order to decipher this writing,"
"But only if I promise not to hurt my own son, you said," a chuckle escaped him.
"I've seen enough of you to know you are capable of bringing harm to him,"
The teeth grinding came not from Cynric but from Ayyura who always seemed to be more offended than others.
"Children need discipline," he stated firmly.
