Val stared back into those eyes, startled to see just how vibrant they were. Not just that, they were staring straight into his soul, In question? In curiousity?
He couldn't tell.
But when he muttered those words in the most unbothered, deep baritone he had ever heard, the chills ran up his spine instantly... There and then, he felt it right in his gut that this demon was of a worse and different caliber...
"What's your price?"
Those words weren't directed at him, but they were meant for him. Valdes left his eyes on him, refusing to take them off.
They were selling him off to someone else...
And his words seemed to have affected the treacherous because he couldn't hide the shock on his face. Of all the trained slaves to pick from, the captain only had eyes for the smug and weird one that only recently arrived.
The disrespectful gift Haynes had given to him. The one he still longed to break.
