Under Raylon's hostile glare, my body shook from an unmistakable feeling.
However, it wasn't that I was shaking from distress. Rather than trembling from fear, it was more accurate to say I was trembling from overwhelming excitement. The relief that came to me knowing he was alive completely overshadowed the intensity of his glare.
My eyes rested on the large scar covering his face and shrunk back unconsciously. I felt my lips turn down slightly as I noticed just how deep the wound had been. That hideous scar on his face caused his charming looks to appear more chaotic and deadly. I could sense the murderous aura around him as if it was emanating from that scar.
Why?
Why didn't you avoid my attack at that time?
But I couldn't possibly ask him.
I didn't even have the right to look him in the eyes...
My eyes lowered to his chest and hesitated. A sharp pain shot through my head as I stared silently. The scar should continue there.
