"What the actual fuck?!" Deimos roars his voice saturated with unbridled rage and shock and I shrink into myself my body shuddering to the wrath he holds as he glances from Lumina to me and then back to her finally putting all the puzzle pieces together. "What is the meaning of this?"
My eyes return to my male who stands there at a distance his captivating face an emotionless mask I cannot analyze, his composed piercing blues anchored on my flesh. All he sees is me.
"Goddamnit speak to me either of you!" Deimos bellows with a ferocious snarl and tears of guilt rush to my eyes whilst I blink them away striving to reign them back. He is seething he openly displays his emotions it is uncomplicated to understand him but with Phobos, I cannot feel or see anything from him. He is like a block of ice that one cannot penetrate to get through to its core, not even his female.
"There is nothing to say, Deimos. What is it that you wish to hear?"
