"What is the meaning of this?"
Frowning, Sera's eyes followed a bejeweled hand, up a powerful arm, to a very nice looking torso, to a very, very pissed off looking---!
Oh crab!
His voice was ice cold.
Standing in front of her like this, he looked even taller than at the ball. His eyes were blazing with a fire she'd never seen before. Not even when she threw a knife in his face did he look like this…
Lord Kael Virex!
Her breath hitched.
Not from fear, not entirely---
But from the sheer presence of him. Even without his horns or wings, he filled the space like something far too big for it...
And judging by the look on his face?
This wasn't a social visit...
"…What am I---?!" She echoed, lowering her blade slightly--- but he hadn't let go yet, so she ended up just helplessly pulling on it. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't reply.
His gaze flicked to her hands.
To the blood.
To the weights.
Then back to her face.
"What," he said slowly, "Do you think you're doing?"
