"Greeting me with such intense animosity… have your manners gone lost the moment you became something similar to us, little light?"
Trisha's tone was silk laced with poison, each word a tease and a test.
At her words, Riley only stared at her—his cold, pale-blue eyes unwavering.
His expression didn't flinch; his stance didn't shift.
"Why are you here?" he asked, voice low and devoid of warmth.
"Hmm, straight to the point as always…" Trisha tilted her head, her crimson eyes glowing faintly with amusement. "But I suppose that's one of the things I like about you."
Before his eyes could even track her movement, her figure blurred—disappearing from in front of him and reappearing at his back.
Her arms draped lightly around his neck, her touch deceptively gentle, her breath brushing against his ear.
