Kylo's voice shattered the tense silence in the room. "Fergus? What are you doing in my wardrobe?"
Fergus whipped around, the stolen clothes clutched in his hands. He didn't expect that Kylo would be back so soon. Hell, he wasn't done with his task. He was yet to dispose of the goddamn bones!
He hated it when things got heaty and his plans did not fall into place.
"Just, uh," he stammered, forcing a charming smile, "borrowing something to wear. You know, a change is as good as a rest, wouldn't you agree?"
Kylo tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion. "But why can't you wear your own clothes?"
Fergus clicked his tongue with a playful smile still plastered on his face. He sidled closer to Kylo, invading his personal space.
He could practically hear Kylo's breathing stiffened. He must have sensed it too; that there was a change in the aura of this form. He might look like Cullen in appearance but his powers were sometimes, beyond him.
