chapter 9

Aethelfrith's POV

I whispered, "What are you?" Tyramon looked at me, as if unsure of what to say next.

As Tryamon met my question with a confident yet enigmatic response, a surge of anticipation coursed through me.

She posed a question of her own, "Do you want to know?" She asked looking into my eyes, I felt shivers run down me.

The choice was clear in my mind—whatever the truth may be, I wanted to discover it.

"Yes," I replied, my voice tinged with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I held her gaze, searching for any hints of deceit or ulterior motives, but all I found was a sense of sincerity and a spark of something extraordinary

"Okay then, I will show you what I am."

Without further explanation, Tryamon called for the waiter and swiftly took care of the bill. Leaving the restaurant behind, we headed towards the mountains.

I watched as Tryamon confidently took the driver's seat of my car, her presence commanding yet gentle. The engine roared to life as she skillfully maneuvered