"You're keeping something from us!" Nasir scowled coldly. His red eyes peeked up from under his golden mask, protecting his pale vampire skin from the harsh desert sun, as heavy clothes wrapped around him from every angle.
Zohran rolled his eyes with a hint of agitation. "We've already discussed this yesterday, Nasir," he grumbled. "She doesn't want to talk about it, and it doesn't matter. We have bigger problems right now."
His brown, muscle-bound body glistened as it was almost fully exposed to the elements. His upper body was covered in golden jewellery, his shoulder-length black hair was wild, and harem pants covered his lower body, leading to bare feet.
"Nothing happened!" Zahra hissed aggressively, leaning forward on the table as she looked between the two men. "That bitch who grabbed me had some way to stop my teleportation, but after that fricking man did his whole spiel about needing us to hold the line, he let me go!"
