"What do you mean?" Abaddon asked in deadpan. His eyes were focused and narrowed at Markov.
Markov remained silent for a minute, glancing from Adriana to Abaddon and back, his majestically disproportionate body was now slumped and unsettled.
"Markov, answer me. What has happened to Hildean?" Abaddon asked once more, this time his voice held a sharp edge and the temperature dropped down degrees.
Adriana shivered and rubbed her shoulder, her breath coming out in white puffs.
"I'm sorry," Markov whispered resolutely...and he was sorry, but he had his eyes on something else... A new creature.
Abaddon sat transfixed on the seat, looking at Markov but not seeing him. His hands were reverberating against the stone table fuelled by his rising fury, the stone table heated up under the influence of his fiery soul.
