Evangeline turned to look at Nix, only for their gazes to collide in mid-air.
Nix's face was devoid of expression, as indifferent as if he'd just heard some trivial comment.
His purple eyes were locked on her, unblinking. A viscous, cold stillness churned in their depths, yet when he spoke, his tone was so soft it was almost a caress. "Want to go have a look?"
"Alright." The corners of Evangeline's lips curved slightly as she slowly rose.
'I also want to see what dark secrets the so-called Blackwater Tribe is hiding, and how Nix plays his role as "High Priest." Know your enemy and know yourself, and you'll never be defeated.'
That one casual sentence from him on the bed had been like a sharp blade, slashing through all pretense.
It made her suddenly realize that the soul hidden beneath this man's skin was likely even more insane than she had imagined.
