Third Person's POV
It was none other than his Master Nyx.
Only now, she stood not in her usual black battle armor that she always wore but was cloaked in the disguise of a noble heiress and perfectly looked like a dragonkin of perfect heritage.
Yet Ethan could sense the ancient storm beneath the silken surface.
Her gaze swept the room like a predator seeking a scent, and when her dark golden eyes found him, they locked with an almost physical force.
For a brief instant, delight flashed within them, like a star seen only by him, but it was quickly masked beneath her commanding aura that was not obvious at all.
Whatever she felt was buried under a forcefield of absolute control that blocked any attempt to peer into her emotions, and as she did this, no one in the room was able to sense anything unusual about her other than her beauty and extraordinariness that came from her being a young noble dragonkin.
