The maid's wrist was nearly twisted off by him, rendering her speechless from the pain. Even so, her pupils remained constricted, and her free hand waved in the air, pointing toward the corridor behind Quinn, her mouth agape:
"Th-there——"
"There?"
Quinn suddenly realized something and was about to turn his head when a cold, large hand pressed down on his shoulder. Simultaneously, a hoarse male voice echoed in his ear:
"Just a reminder, I'm not some thing."
His gaze swiftly swept over, landing behind him.
Reflected in Quinn Mahmut's rapidly shrinking pupils was nothing but a gaping, blood-red mouth.
Rumbling thunder...!
After that bolt of lightning, it was as if the shackles of summer were unlocked, and the air gradually filled and moistened with soft, refreshing moisture, the temperature rapidly rising. After a brief stuffiness, liberation immediately followed.
Drip, drip, drip, drip-drip...
