The woman with crimson hair existed in the frozen moment as if she had been there before it froze, as if time stopping was simply a condition she moved through rather than something that affected her in any meaningful way.
Achilles looked at her with star-like pupils that tracked everything she communicated through expression and posture alongside the words she had not yet finished delivering.
She held his gaze with crimson-gold eyes that carried the quality of someone who had already seen how this conversation ended!
"I am not able to say too much about certain things."
Her voice carried the compressed quality of someone editing themselves in real time, choosing words with care that suggested the things she was not saying occupied considerably more space than what she allowed through.
"But I can save you at this moment in time from the ordeal you currently face, and then I can promise you a glorious partnership in exchange for what I need from you."
