Garrick Thorne

"What do you want?" Maeve demanded.

Her back remained pressed flat against the heavy wooden door panels, her only physical barrier to the outside corridor. She stared up at the massive man blocking her exit. Up close, his eyes were strange and mesmerizing. Brown and gold swirled together in his irises, vivid and unnatural, trapping her gaze in the quiet space. She wondered for a fleeting second