Barely minutes ago, she had been slapped across the face and verbally torn apart by this very man, who had been his usual self then.
But now… now he had transformed into someone entirely different, leaving her struggling to unravel the strange chill lodged in her chest.
Somewhere deep in their instincts, both of them felt something was wrong, terribly wrong, but they couldn't put their finger on what it was.
In their confusion, they didn't notice or remember the one thought that should have been obvious: during the fight, the blond vampire woman who had fought beside Ethan had seemed… familiar.
That suspicion, however, sank beneath the waves of thoughts storming in their minds after today's encounter.
Their skin prickled and their hair stood on end as another image returned to them, those gaunt cheeks, those bottomless black eyes, and the strange, ominous black wheel rotating like a black sun.
