C33 A monster
A p-person in the leather bag?
My blood ran cold in my veins, but my eyes didn't move from the unmoving body.
Was he…dead?
With my heart pounding, perspiration forming on my forehead, I glanced at Syl. Not even a single emotion could be traced on his features. But the malice in those dark icy blue eyes sent a chill down my spine.
He was…dangerous
