Chapter 56: Midnight Manners and Modest Hunger
Lyria's POV
The silence that followed my words was not entirely comfortable.
Corvin's jaw had tightened visibly, the pleasant mask he wore slipping just enough to reveal the irritation beneath it. He was not accustomed to being spoken to in such a manner. Certainly not by me.
I kept my hands folded neatly before me and my expression carefully blank.
Baron Redwick cleared his throat, redirecting attention towards himself.
"Lyria."
The Baron said my name slowly, as though testing the weight of it on his tongue. His green eyes settled on me with an expression I could not entirely read — thoughtful, perhaps.
He opened his mouth to continue.
And then my stomach growled.
Loudly.
Magnificently, even.
I pressed my lips together.
The sound echoed through the kitchen with absolutely no regard for the tension it had just interrupted. How my stomach always picks the wrong time to let itself be known, I'll never know.
