Sometimes, a person might think their whole life had changed. And then, something would happen, bringing them back to where they started.
Ren's grip around Zayden's sleeve slipped—perhaps purposely, perhaps accidentally.
The nobleman had walked away but the bitter words he spouted echoed in Ren's mind. He was, after all, but a commoner. A servant. How did he forget his place?
"Ren, you better not be thinking about what he said," Zayden said, his voice sharp.
Ren flinched, startled. Did Zayden read his mind? It wouldn't be impossible… He had read somewhere that mind-reading power existed, although it was a rare power. And a man as strong and outstanding as Zayden could possess it.
"I don't read minds but," the alpha sighed, gently cupping Ren's face in his hands. "Your eyes speak for you more than you think. I heard in some places that the eyes are called the mirror of the soul."
Ren looked away, unable to argue. He did hear such a saying once or twice.
