Lorcan's body hit the frozen earth with a bone-deep thud causing the impact to shudder through the clearing as snow burst around them like dust shaken loose from a corpse. Vaeron didn't blink— didn't breathe — as his fingers tightened around the brown-haired throat unmercifully.
Any trace of warmth in those hazel eyes disappeared into the abyss, leaving nothing but a terrifying expression capable of sending the dead into internal death.
Those orbs were dark in rage blistering through his veins, searing the muscles in his body. The darkness emanating from him sent both heat and chill spreading through the entire forest.
Lorcan didn't fight back, letting the creature pour his wrath as veins popped at his forehead, displaying his silent ordeal. He met Vaeron's blackened gaze with something far more dangerous than defiance no matter how much he tried to hide it, and it was the truth.
