His voice was gentle and captivating, with a magnetic quality that made even the words that could make someone angry enough to spit blood sound affectionate when he spoke them.
Aldana Candi's eyes widened in shock, seemingly not expecting that Liam Summer, who was usually a peacemaker, would also say such things. Her chest heaved violently, and she closed her eyes, her voice hoarse as she spat out one word: "Get out."
Her frail and ailing body was extremely weak, lacking even the strength to throw a tantrum. No matter how angry she was, all she could do was close her eyes to block it out and weakly say, "Scram."
Liam Summer looked at her pale and feeble state, his deep eyes gradually filling with a dark, cold, predatory glint, turning his usually gentle and harmless face under his rimless glasses into something inscrutable. Yet, it didn't seem out of place; it felt like this was his true nature.
