From red, to yellow, to a strange purple or is it magenta? I have never seen anything like his eyes.
"No wonder you look so colorful. He must more than just adore you," he smiles, it is a beautifully creepy smile. It sends shivers down my spine, "surely," he continues, bringing a hand to my chin, forcefully keeping my gaze on him, "he has kept you by his side for a long time for his scent to be this deeply embedded in you."
"Y_you bastard!" Jadon is saying. But I hold him. Trying to silently tell him to keep quiet. "I will kill you!" He grabs onto the hand of the man with the little strength he has.
"J_Jadon no." I try to pull his hand away, but quickly realize that what I thought was a little strength was actually the everything of a broken man.
"Y_you will pay!" He can barely speak well. His breath is a strained wheezing. His voice croaks and his body is trembling and yet he wishes to make someone else pay. How?
