Chapter 64
The truth was simple.
Only a madman would call that kind of dead glare lovely. A stare sharp enough to scare corpses back into their graves.
Gazel looked bleakly at his insane friend.
Then Blaze burst out laughing.
His grin stretched unnaturally wide, laughter spilling out of him without restraint. Loud. Ugly. Free. Loud enough that several people nearby threw them strange looks.
Blaze either did not notice.
Or did not care.
"Stop laughing. It's not funny," Gazel said flatly.
His gaze was calm, but his fingers twitched with irritation.
Blaze tried to stop. Failed. He clutched his stomach like a man fighting for his life.
"S sorry," he wheezed, wiping his eyes.
Gazel's fingers twitched harder.
It took everything he had not to plant a very sharp, very destructive punch into Blaze's face.
"Okay," Blaze said, finally calming down. "But it's kinda funny though."
That damn grin was still there.
"Don't you see the lovely gaze?"
He turned to look again.
