The reddish-pink haze hung thick in the air, the neon lights buzzing overhead, casting flickering shadows across the concrete floor. The steel cage stood between us, its bars dented and gleaming, a silent witness to the tension crackling in the room. Lyra leaned against the far wall, her naked body relaxed but her green eyes sharp with anticipation, a proud grin on her face as she watched me.
I stood just inches from the cage, my black coat with its purple seams catching the neon glow, my aura settled into a steady, dark pulse around me. Alaric mirrored me on the other side.
I smirked, my eyes locked on his, a knowing glint in them that I knew pissed him off.
"What happened, alien?" I said, my voice low and taunting, my smirk widening. "You don't look so confident anymore."
