"I... I wouldn't dare...," Endrick bowed his head, voice trembling, denying flatly, even as a cold bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. He swore violently in his heart, curses flaring against Aaron's name. He couldn't believe the sheer wickedness — the boldness — of Aaron to drag him into the eye of evil without flinching.
"Oh? I have evidence though that says otherwise," Aaron smiled, his expression cold and cruel, bringing out his phone with a deliberate slowness. His movements carried a certain calm confidence, like a predator laying bare the trap after the prey had already stepped into it.
Endrick's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking. His heart skipped a beat. The moment he saw Aaron's hand dip into his pocket, a chill shot up his spine. All color drained from his face in an instant, leaving him pale and cold like someone staring down the edge of a cliff.
