Kapitel 160: Lust's Second Half

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Little did he know, the lone were-wolf on the second floor lied warm on the ground, sleeping soundlessly amongst the stacks of books he managed to tower up in that small amount of time. It was as if Innyse had been cursed with the mark of the dead, making him sleep temporarily.

A hand reached out towards Arnettia, landing on his chin as it lifted his head, causing his arctic-blue eyes to lock with blood-like, red ones. His colours were drained away from him, every part and inch of his body stiffening and freezing.

|| His gaze didn't falter, yet it wasn't resolute either ||

He could feel the one in front of him licking their lips-- yes, "they." A voice of a female, accompanied by the looks of a male; who wouldn't call them... well-- "THEY?"