บท 241: A Revival of Rule (part 2)

Nazneen made her way down the stairs, her robe draped over her curvaceous frame. Ares couldn't help himself from stepping forward, ready to cover her in some way even if it was blocking Tenzin's view. The way the soft material hugged her curves intimately made him feel like he was seeing a side of her that was reserved for only him.

Only for him? 

He almost laughed out loud. He was digging his grave faster and the pain of letting go returned. It was happening again, what Richard had warned him about. When death came, that was when life became more desirable to live. 

"It will hurt badly then," he had warned. 

The death that had been so natural to him now suddenly felt like the enemy. It would indeed hurt. 

"Who is this?" Nazneen asked narrowing her eyes as she stepped down the stairs. Her eyes were glued on Tenzin and slowly she seemed to recognize him. 

"Tenzin?" 

"Nazneen."