Andria's POV
The clanging echo of the detention room's door shutting behind us lingered in the corridor, as we made our way towards the exit.
I exhaled quietly, slipping the knife back into the leather sheath at my thigh. My fingers still tingled from the faint trace of its spell. For a second, I caught Sir Kaelric's gaze. His expression was controlled, his eyes were cold and somewhat distant.
But there was something else in his eyes, I couldn't place, but if I could place the look on his face, I would say between admiration and worry.
I couldn't tell anymore.
He broke the gaze first. "That was reckless," he muttered, his tone as calm as ever, yet his jaw had tightened.
I shrugged, wiping the blade with a small handkerchief. "Reckless gets results, Sir."
His lips curved faintly, almost amused, but he didn't reply.
The Alpha successors trailed behind us as we left the detention block. I couldn't ignore their presence or erase the dirty words they said to me today; I couldn't…
