Rin opened his mouth, but his throat was dry. His tongue felt like a heavy rock that... no words came out.
His mind went blank. Completely.
The question... "What the hell are you?"... echoed in his ears again and again like a cursed ringtone he couldn't silence.
It was as if Ezra knew what Rin was and wanted a confirmation from him since he didn't use the word 'Who'.
Sweat began to crawl down his neck, and he didn't know if it was fear or the heat radiating from Ezra's unnatural, priestly holiness.
He had to speak. Or whisper. Even though it was gibberish.
But just when Rin's lips parted and his brain decided to throw out whatever it could process...
"Now, now," came a familiar voice, smooth and arrogant.
A heavy arm landed on Rin's shoulder like a weighted cloak.
"Is this how we welcome a new member now?" Lucien asked, eyes narrowed, his other hand casually resting at his hip like a noble villain stepping into the scene too late on purpose.
