Glen eyed Etien from behind his glass, flashing a grin that was anything but friendly. Gone was his usual warm, inviting vibe. This time, it was all sharp edges and cold fury. Honestly, Etien wasn't feeling it. He knew Glen Lancaster was descended from dragons, Valbara's last royal bloodline back in Trigia, but that didn't make Glen any less of a stranger in every real sense.
The room felt suffocating under Glen's gaze alone, and Etien swore he might choke on the tension hanging in the air. All he wanted was to fling open the door and crack a window, let in some fresh air to take the edge off. But something about Glen's stare screamed don't even think about it, like he had locked Etien into place with just a look.
