"You knew it was far from over, yet you don't know you'll be the one to take the lead?" Mystique began to giggle. "What foolish hero—so gullible I could choke the life out of you."
Athan's eyebrows shot up, clearly was surprised, and he couldn't help but stare at the sudden display of Mystique's demeanor. His heart thumped hard, almost trying to get out of his chest.
She spoke so many words—almost like a phrase or short sentences that most likely he'd grow old enough before he could hear them along with her seductive voice.
Just a few words uttered alone drove him to the edge.
As much as he didn't want to imagine what she said earlier, it sent sparks of electrocution over his body and deep into his bones.
Her words weighed heavy with magic, almost hypnotizing and dulling his senses to her whims.
Withal, he gulped hard when she began to smirk as her palms caressed over his broad chest. Arms tensed, trying to break free from her sudden monstrous strength, but he failed to do so.
