Cold sweat ran down his forehead, sliding down to his neck. Suddenly, his once-closed eyes opened, widening. Gasping for air, he sat straight on the bed, feeling a weight on his hand. Frowning, he turned—only to find Ren looking at him with worried eyes.
Someone—anyone, tell this man not to look at me like this…
He swallowed hard, his mind racing. Did he say something in his sleep that he shouldn't have? But whenever he saw that woman, he couldn't help but yell even in his slumber.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zayden asked nervously, his breath catching in his throat.
Ren blinked, tilting his head to the side.
"And how am I looking at you?"
"As if I had been possessed."
"How can a demon be possessed?—" Ren gasped, immediately covering his mouth. He had said the forbidden word—the one Zayden hated the most.
But this time, what flashed in Zayden's gaze wasn't fury but sorrow. A sorrow he quickly disguised behind an angry mask.
