It was like how a massive boulder falls on a stagnant lake. Giant ripples creating currents underwater. Or a blazing sea of scorching fire, tongues curling and rising, filling the air with poisonous smoke and suffocating anyone who would come near. Like the turmoil in Moulin's chest. He could not hear.
One step back.
He felt his chest heave as his eyes widened. The secret he promised to take to the grave was spilled. He could do nothing but look at the man before him. Hadrian's expression did not change. He allowed Moulin to put distance between them but his hand did not release the youth's arm. His grip was tight and powerful. He had already expected Moulin's reaction. He was not going to let him run from him
"You..." Moulin forced out. Confusion and shock filled his expression. "..."
"You are going to deny it?..." Hadrian lifted his chin. His golden eyes appeared strong. Gleaming in the dim.
