Xylon's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he stared at the girl, his hand still stained with Sif's blood.
The weight of the situation bore down on him, knowing that time was slipping away and the chances of obtaining the answers he sought were diminishing.
The girl, sensing his anger and impatience, reached out and gently grasped Xylon's bloodied hand.
Her touch was surprisingly sudden, her eyes pleading with him to listen, to understand. Her voice trembled as she spoke, emphasizing her words with fervent repetition.
"You are Eva's brother, Eva Sinclair. I mean it," she insisted, her voice laced with a mixture of hope and desperation.
Xylon studied the girl's features, taking note of the striking red hue that now adorned her hair, contrasting with her natural brunette locks.
Her dark eyes held a hint of mystery, her curves accentuating her body's allure. While he couldn't place her face in his memories.
