A Flicker Before the Storm
There was a weighty hush that descended upon the table, heavy and oppressive, as if the air itself had frozen.
Ronan's fingers clenched into hard fists, knuckles whitening, a whirlwind of frustration and hopelessness crossing his face. Nova's eyes softened, her bright green eyes reflecting concern and a touch of fear. Even the normally unyielding Captain Black cast down his eyes, guilt and annoyance struggling within him, the creases of his face hardening in silent recognition.
Leon didn't move, the dancing candlelight creating shadows on his rugged face. He held his head down for an instant, allowing the import of her admission to lay on him. Then, a soft sigh slipped out of him, one that was hardly audible, more like the breath of a man with loads too great to enumerate.
