A loud slap crisped the air, which caught him off guard ever-so-slightly, and as he looked in the direction, he didn't expect to find the only woman that was in his mind at the moment.
Athan only wanted to keep the clothes from sprawling all over the couches and on the center table, wearing back his and keeping hers to the side of the couch when the screen suddenly turned on.
Soon as it played, what appeared before him was none other than Mystique Violette Blackwell on the screen.
"Violette!" he roared aloud, but as though she couldn't hear his voice. No matter how he did it, none of it heard her.
She propped on all fours on the ground, trembling with such a hatred gaze.
Although her staring daggers weren't directed at him as it was at such an angle.
It was weird to think about why she wasn't looking his way.
Even then, he couldn't help but gulp hard. 'I know that kind of gaze… Full of resentment and envy...'
