Earl knelt on the cracked marble floor, his gunbai serving as the only thing keeping him upright. Blood trailed down from the corners of his lips, staining his chin in streaks of red. He looked like a man defeated, yet his eyes—those blood red eyes—held a maelstrom of emotion. Joy. Excitement. And something dangerously close to hope.
A few feets away from him, Selene glared at Zephyr, her cheeks flushed. "You're enjoying this way too much," she huffed in anger.
Zephyr flicked his wrist, slinging blood onto the ground as he locked eyes with her. Thanks to the enhanced vision granted by his transformed right eye, he caught his own reflection mirrored in Selene's pupils—there was a smirk on his face.
He quickly schooled his expression, shifting into a cold, unreadable mask. "I'm not," he said flatly, his voice sharp and rough.
