Golden pupils reflected the smirk of a man who entered her territory. She lowered her head as her eyes sharpened. Feathers occasionally unfurled, but the man still paid it no heed.
"What is that idiot doing?" said the giant before a sudden impact against the back of his head put him on the ground.
"Who are you calling an idiot?"
"What in the—?!" the giant's eyes shrunk to a trembling pebble.
Graham's ash hair flowed flawlessly as he crossed his arms. Brows furrowed like it could crush a rock in between. His breath was calm, like the sea before the storm. His eyes bore down to his soul as if he had just made an unacceptable, grievous sin.
