"…I will hunt you down and kill you with my own hands."
Xion swallowed.
I have two options: fight or flight. Unfortunately, 'neither' is also an option because I'm trapped.
He slowly lifted his head, peeking up at Darius like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
The archduke's silver hair fell over his forehead, casting a shadow over his sharp green eyes, and right now they were glowing eerily in the dim hallway.
His arms were still locked around Xion in an iron grip, and there wasn't a trace of emotion on his stoic face.
Even the usual tiny smirk, which often appeared when Darius was with Xion, was nowhere to be seen.
His grace was staring at him, completely unbothered by the fact that he had just threatened murder.
Xion took a shaky breath. "So… uh… kill me with your own hands, huh?"
He chuckled, though it sounded more like a wheeze. "That's… not a good thing?"
Darius didn't react. Not even a twitch of his lips was in sight.
Okay. Tough crowd.
