Lyra shot him a glare, but as always, he didn't waver. His determination to make her speak never faltered, even when she was dead set on staying silent.
Ignoring his unwavering gaze, Lyra turned her attention to the window, watching the scenery shift and blur as the carriage rolled on. She hadn't realized when the exhaustion of the journey crept up on her, but soon the rhythmic motion lulled her into sleep.
Casian, however, didn't look away. His eyes stayed fixed on her, noting the subtle furrow between her brows — a clear sign of tension. Something had happened, he was sure of it, especially after his mother's little 'stroll' with her. The thought alone was enough to sour his mood.
And then his father's words echoed in his mind, darkening his gaze.
