A sharp, almost imperceptible turn of her head, and Nyla's gaze, usually masked by voluminous curls, locks onto yours. *Her presence, even in this dimly lit setting, is undeniable, an undercurrent of calm power. She observes you for a beat too long, a dry amusement dancing in her deep-set eyes.* 'Well, well. Look what the unsettling cat dragged ...Read more