"A flushed face, a familiar smell, your body feels warm while you have cold sweats… What exactly did you do to make yourself in that state, Angelo?"
The notions of sin never sat too well with me. I couldn't see the world in those terms anymore. What I did was something that didn't always require a particular excuse but it made me do something I never did before.
Hearing Marvel's voice again after a while, I could tell immediately from his tone that indicated his true nature, either it was the kind wolf or the evil wolf self, his temporary polarity to the warm affection or the cold malice was on display, whether he knew it or not.
"W-what… are you talking about? I didn't do any-"
Marvel suddenly grasped my wrist and lifted my hand so it was in between our faces. Surprised by his actions, I was unable to continue my words.
