"Mm," Grey hummed out a sigh, looking at the corpses, and then back at Amunet and the others. "You guys are a bit…"
Grey's words stopped when his gaze landed on Mauve. She was still standing in the same spot, her body shivering from head to toe.
He could tell she was taking deep breaths, doing her best to regain her composure, but the harder she pulled on those reins, the more it felt like they wrestled against her.
Mauve must have faced death before. Hell, Grey had killed her several times before, though he had no intentions of telling her that. However, that was about as close as she had come to death. She had experienced a moment just now where she was certain it would come, and yet it hadn't.
That was very different from the way Grey had killed her before. It was done and over in an instant back then.
'Well… this is a bit of a problem.'
