Third Person's POV
But just then, his peripheral vision caught Virelle's gaze. He saw her slightly narrowed eyes that had become sharp as a knife beneath her composed expression.
Without making a scene, Ethan withdrew his hand naturally and turned toward the mirror while casually straightening his robes as if nothing unusual had occurred.
"It's time to go."
His voice was brisk and composed.
Taking Velcy's hand, he moved toward the door and deliberately ignored the two on the bed as he brushed the awkward moment aside without acknowledgment.
Seeing his evasive behavior, Virelle followed suit and exhaled softly through her nose while her gaze didn't waver toward the blond girl again, as whatever empathy she had once considered offering had been smothered.
That gaze the girl had given Ethan, unintentionally or not, at the beginning of her waking up, was enough to ignite her silent disapproval.
