Eun-woo pulled the cup slightly away from his lips, but found no relief. Even though his breathing had calmed, inside he was in chaos.
He tried to reconstruct in his memory how he had ended up like this, surrounded by blood and feathers, but the last thing he clearly remembered was falling asleep in Rhys's arms. Everything else was a void.
What if all this time he had only been fooling himself, believing he was different, when deep down he was nothing but a killing machine that could lose control at any moment?
The doubt struck him with silent force, pressing down on his chest as he lowered his gaze, unable to withstand his own thoughts.
When he lifted his eyes again, he found Rhys. He remained still, with a peculiar gleam in his eyes, as if facing a latent threat. Eun-woo felt that expression only fed the voice in his head that accused him.
