Standing next to the doorway was Killian with an icy expression, and he was gazing at the hand around my wrist.
Killian was staring at my wrist with an intense gaze that started me, and from looking into his eyes, his gaze turned intense with a heavy expression, as if he was seeing something unpleasant.
I removed my wrist and turned to the old man. "Thank you, but I can't come with you."
The old man looked at me with warm but calm eyes, like he understood me, which was nice. Nobody has ever looked at me with an expression like that without disdain or cruelty, as if I were someone beneath their shoes.
The old man nods, "Alright, do know I live in the chamber hall, so you are welcome to come anytime."
He packed his things, and his hunched back turned around, and he gazed into Killian's eyes, and the old man smiled when he realized he saw a tinge of jealousy in his gaze.
