The moment the doors opened, Vaelor stepped aside.
He didn't announce her, nor warn Lysander.
He simply opened the chamber and left, as though intentionally placing a blade between two people and waiting to see who bled first.
Aire barely noticed him leaving.
The tune had stolen every thought from her head.
It drifted through the room softly. She knew that melody better than her own heartbeat. She had once hummed whenever life threatened to Bury her under.
That was a melody she had taught to someone.
Only one person.
Lyse.
The song died when Lysander noticed someone else in the room.
Silence rushed in between them, as Aire stared at him with shock.
Lysander sat beside the window.
His fingers remained suspended above the instrument, frozen.
His eyes locked onto hers, and his golden skin faded a bit in response to the shock he felt.
For the first time since she had met him, he looked genuinely shocked.
