With a frown plastered on her small face, Iryz rubbed the goosebumps that had suddenly sprouted all over her skin. She had sensed someone's presence in the room earlier and it was not actually something malevolent or anything of the sort. However, her mind then slowly thought of the horror movies she had watched before, thus causing all these goosebumps to appear. She had then turned around and scanned the room to check and see if there were any spirits lingering around.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips upon seeing that there was no bloody ghost standing behind her. Was that just her imagination?
Iryz cocked her head to side. Something seemed to be off with that presence she had felt.
Suddenly, Zeres sprung up from the chair he was sitting in. His eyes were wide, looking as though something had jolted him awake from his slumber.
"Alicia?" he called out hesitantly, eyes fixed behind her. Then all too fast, he grabbed his shirt that was lying on the arm of the chair and stormed towards the door.
Iryz was about to speak when the shirt he was holding onto violently hit her face.
She stiffened, slowly lifting her hand to her face as she stood there, looking at the opened door.
Rubbing her face, Iryz let out a shaky sigh.
"So, her name is Alicia, huh." She mumbled, pursing her lips.
When she heard his footsteps coming back, Iryz straightened her back. His expression was incredibly dark again, like he was angry about something.
"You didn't… catch her?" Iryz asked in a soft voice.
He did not respond. She could sense his emotions that were in turmoil and the anger that was rolling off him in waves.
Swift and quiet like a cat, Zeres walked past her, picked up a book and sat down on the chair again.
His initially peaceful and angelic expression was completely gone without a trace right now. Gloomy face and stormy, raging eyes faced the book in his hand. He looked like the devil was after him again.
"You're not done yet?" he snapped out, without sparing her a glance. His voice was flat and filled with cold impatience.
Iryz clutched on her pencil before looking down at her unfinished sketch. Her little heart mourned at the loss of another masterpiece. freewёbnoνel.com
"It's done." The sweetest forced smile flashed across her face, even though he kept his eyes down. She had replied while gently closing the pages of the book.
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