Flora Bloom glanced at Sepherdine with an indifferent expression. His features were delicate, his aura as refined as an orchid. If one didn't look closely, it would be easy to mistake him for a woman.
He was the very picture of a man so beautiful that even women would feel inadequate in his presence.
"We can discuss cooperation later. I don't like to meddle in the base's affairs, so you all can just figure it out yourselves."
Just as everyone was letting their guard down, Lucia slowly crept over to Zane Locke's body. She reached out to pat down the small of his back, a cryptic smile touching her lips.
Joel Bloom was nearby. He was currently avoiding her like the plague, and she could clearly see the utter disdain and contempt in his eyes. That look, filled with loathing and disgust, pierced her mind. It left her disheartened but, at the same time, strengthened her resolve.
