"...Crossley, I'm sorry. Actually, I've hidden many things from you. Today, I've decided it's time to tell you..."
His fingers caressed her face. Her skin was so delicate and smooth that he was reluctant to let go. His eyes grew redder and redder, until they were frighteningly red.
The two bodyguards, seeing this, knew the three wanted to talk privately, so they quickly stepped back.
Inside the presidential suite, it was silent, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing. Crossley Gibson frowned, staring at Faris Booker, waiting for him to speak, though her heart was in her throat.
"Crossley..." After a long time, the man finally spoke. He released Crossley Gibson and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, where he fell into silence again.
After a long, long while, he continued, "My name isn't Faris Booker. My real name is King of Hades, once one of the four assassins of the Duskfire Sect!"
