For a brief moment, Keke genuinely wondered if the sunglasses Stephen held were even his. His brain rejected the possibility outright. Maybe they were just a prop, something to distract him, trick him into lowering his guard.
But when Keke lifted both hands to touch his face, his fingertips met bare skin.
No frames.
No lenses.
Nothing.
They were gone.
He looked down at the floor, half expecting the glasses to have slipped off during one of his spinning kicks. But there was nothing there either.
"Come on," Stephen said casually, flicking the sunglasses in his hand. "Do you really think anyone else is stupid enough to wear sunglasses at night during a fight?"
His tone was dry, teasing, but there was a sharpness underneath. The comment alone shouldn't have stung, but it did.
Stephen himself could think of one exception.
Chad.
