Seamus looked at Diane, who was struggling to unzip his pants. Her hands moved quickly, but her face—taut with anxiety—betrayed how nervous she really was. The tremor in her fingers said everything.
He couldn't help but chuckle. Doing something like this in the middle of chaos was absurd. He still didn't know what had happened to Brok.
Was the town safe? What about his father, David, and the others?
And Isolde had she already made her move, or was she still motionless, even after everything that had happened?
His thoughts spun in circles until Diane's voice broke through them like a spark.
"Focus on me, Seamus."
Her voice trembled at first, but then steadied into a firm, demanding tone.
"I know things are bad right now, but just for this moment… focus on me."
Her crimson eyes burned with determination, a flicker of wild resolve that made him forget, even for a heartbeat, the destruction outside.
