"You're looking tense, handsome. You haven't seen a ghost, right?~"
Standing perfectly still in the narrow alleyway, which barely lit by the streetlights, Alex felt the evening air grow heavy. His red eyes remained sharp, peering through the darkness, hands deep in his pockets.
'What the hell is with this woman... she doesn't feel like a human anymore.' Liza's voice came rough and halting inside his head, all playfulness gone. She wasn't expecting Janeth to be in an alleyway trying to jerk off a drunkard.
'I told you I had a bad feeling about this woman, and right now, the air around her is getting... unusual.'
'Feeling it too.' Alex thought back, keeping his calm despite the fact that his muscles were coiling like springs. 'She's completely different from the Janeth I know.'
