The silence left in Ezek's wake was almost deafening.
Cherion stood in the open doorway, his hand lingering on the brass latch, watching the tall, broad-shouldered guard practically march down the carpeted corridor with a speed usually reserved for military drills. The tips of Ezek's broad ears had been so fiercely red they looked nearly sunburnt.
Beside Cherion, Marielle crossed her arms over her dark leather chestpiece, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe as a slow, wicked grin spread across her face.
"Well," Marielle began, her eyebrow arching high. "I didn't know the guards were giving personal, bed-side security reports so early in the morning."
Inside the room, Reiner looked as though he might spontaneously combust.
