Lyra's POV
I glimpsed the muscles of his big, broad back straining beneath his robe. He folded his arms over his chest, holding his sword to his body, while he conversed with Rava and Nexa.
I had no idea what they were saying. All I heard were muffled noises. They were not too far from where I sat, but strong winds had begun to lash around the snow desert, carrying their words away as it whistled in the air.
The winds tussled their robes, dusting snow onto their robes. They stood facing each other, their boots buried in snow. Their faces tight, eyes steady and firm on each other, their expression woven in seriousness.
I blinked when the wind lashed against my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, they were still there, except their expression had gotten more serious, and Zarek growled—not the powerful demonic growl that sends shivers down humans' spines—but a mild growl that showed anger or displeasure.
