It was supposed to be an easy-going morning, but Eleanor woke up with someone knocking on her door. When she opened her door, she saw a rather very familiar beautiful male in front of her door. He was thoroughly human in every way, but his eyes concealed under his aviators gave him away.
Those bright-green serpent eyes with moss-green lining were too prominent for someone who had seen him before not to remember. Moreover, he didn't shed away these weird scales that would peek from his collar and from the edges of his sleeve.
He was leaning against the door frame when she opened up, smiling down at the weak-looking woman. "Hello, Eleanor, aren't you honored that I gave you a visit?"
That was only minutes ago, and now, she was sitting with him at a table. She just verified that Montana was safe, and so Leviathan's story should check out. It's just that…
