Chapitre 150: Civil War

Covering myself away from his smart green eyes, I looked at him and saw what he really was for the first time.

It wasn't a moment of amazement, it was more like a repetition of a similar moment. It took me back to the first time I saw him in boxing shorts and gloves. He looked like a giant to me at that time and his power captured my heart. I had to calm that same heart now that it raced in opposition, pumping the anger that I had repressed against him in abundance through my veins.

'If it isn't the note guy, have you found your wife yet?'

Not even a small grunt, he ignored my sarcastic remark that I whispered inside his head with the arrogance of an expert. It was not possible to come up with a generic statement that anyone can make in his situation. But he could at least look my way.

Not even that much.