(Author's POV)
Myra was begging with her eyes, pleading for him to just go. The questions and answers, the interrogation, the drama. She wanted nothing of that, nor did she wanted to be seen in such a state.
To her surprise, Alaric released her without complaint and pulled himself away. Myra felt the stress drain from her system as a wave of relief washed over her. The breath she had been holding all along, she finally let go of that.
But that feeling only lasted momentarily.
When she raised her head to look at Alaric, instead of retreating, his head was tilted with a look of pure curiosity, his right brow arched upwards. The way his lips curved into a deviously sly smile made her heart beat up and down in erratic patterns. Her eyes flickered in rapid motions, thinking, 'Wh~y, why is he smiling like that? What does he want to do now?'
"MYRA??" Yelena's voice came as she knocked one more time with a little urgency.
