Damien's eyes are sharp enough to cut through stone, the air around him seems to chill and his two subordinates have their tails tucked between their legs, the cowards that they are.
How silly, Mo Yinan thinks. After all, they are the ones that started this mess.
Damien's glare falls on Silynna first, who straightens under his gaze. "Natheren Ulder," he addresses her coldly, not differently to when he wishes to scold. "What have we spoken about before?"
Haviess's eyes flit between the two, his panic ripe in his fidgeting stance. His emotions are clear on his face and though his lips are pointedly shut, Mo Yinan can almost hear the stupid kitten chant, 'What? What's going on? What do you mean?'
"That we oughtn't to touch your possession."
Possession? Mo Yinan raises a brow at the word. He did not see himself as Damien's possession. But if that is what his beloved wishes of him, then so be it. Mo Yinan does not mind in the slightest.
