(Author's POV)
"Look~ *sigh*, I know I have not been very nice to you, all this time. I don't know how to say sorry and all. But the thing I want to tell you, it is quite important for you to know before making any decision about leaving or staying back," Alaric muttered.
Myra looked dead in his eyes and crossed her arms impatiently. She kept tapping her foot in frustration and said, "Out with it then. What do you have to say to me now?" she thought he was trying to play another of his tricks with him.
All of a sudden, while looking around and checking something, Alaric leaned forward and whispered near Myra's ear, his voice raspy and sultry, "There are too many people lingering here. So ….., let's go inside your room and talk."
Myra's body turned rigid for first few seconds. His masculine voice had sent shiver down her spine. Composing herself, she narrowed her hazel eyes at Alaric's suggestion, 'Inside my room? What are his intentions now?'
