From the door that led into the restroom within the restaurant, Herla walked out, a big smile on her face. Patro had brought her to this fancy restaurant so they could have dinner. She wasn't sure why, but it made her happy nonetheless.
She was having things Eve never got to have with this man.
The smile on her face enlarged and she bounced off towards Patro, coming to a stop at the way he stood as still as a statue.
What was wrong with him?
She followed his line of sight and the very second her gaze dropped on Malakai who had Eve against him, kissing her like he couldn't get enough, her smile slowly faded.
Suddenly, her throat felt dry as if she hadn't had water in days and she looked back at Patro. The look on his face was chilling, eerie in its form. The aura surrounding him was more than just murderous.
Why? It wasn't like he cared about Eve. Why was he so bothered to see what was unfolding before them?
