Even with Faceless's appearance, Corbin remained completely unmoved. The gentle smile beneath the cloth covering his eyes never wavered. Instead, he slowly lowered his gaze toward the wrist being restrained before lifting it back toward the masked man standing before him.
"I always wondered about the identity of the Faceless Man running the Ministry of Love. I believed it was simply a more capable subordinate of the Prince. Only now do I realize it was you all along, Damian." Corbin said, his tone carrying faint amusement that unsettled Faceless more than outright hostility ever could.
The words alone caused his eyes to narrow.
The last person who had stood before him with this much confidence had nearly succeeded in stealing Clara away from him. That encounter still lingered at the back of his mind, a scar he had yet to completely move past. Ever since then, anyone who displayed that same composed certainty instinctively put him on guard.
Hmph!
