"What do you mean by those men from earlier?" Jonathan muttered almost inaudible like he dreaded what awaited his words.
Marcus glared at him this time as he snapped his head at him. "They claimed to be the one of this maniac group that brought misfortune."
'A misfortune carriers? Sounds familiar...'
Inside Nathalie's mind got revved up from the words he uttered without any pauses; his body signaled no lies, in which she ought to take it with a grain of salt.
[May you tell me?]
Her words almost turned Marcus's receding hairline of his oily locks even worse.
This time, his mouth gaped, almost baring his sharp teeth from her advances. Right now, he would almost pounce at her and smash with his clenched fist now streaking with stark veins.
If not with them around her, then she might've fallen short almost immediately.
His stance screamed like an endangered beast had nothing left but one's body to protect the only home he got.
