Far From the Truth

[PRINCE CAIUS TORIN DRAVOS]

She stares at me as if waiting for more information. A hunt in her eyes, unwilling to cease unless fed.

I shift in my seat as I feel a foreign sensation flood me, a deep primal urge to fill that need but not in the way she believes.

My eyes fall to her lips, but quickly shift away, trying to understand the feeling and yet not pay it too much attention. This was not the