"How long did you think you could hide it?" Arslan's cold voice dripped into my ears over the sounds of my groaning and screaming, as he dropped to one knee over and pulled up my left arm from underneath.
His hardened grip and unparalleled strength suffered no form of resistance from me in my current state. As Arslan yanked my left hand upward, the strips of bandage wrapped around my arm loosened roughly into the wind.
"That mark on your left arm." Arslan's voice dropped even lower as my palm sizzled in his grip.
His words barely even registered to me until the moment he yanked my trembling left arm and i stirred underneath.
I clenched my teeth and turned to look up at him, but Arslan already looked different.
His silky orange hair fluttered in the wind, parting just enough to reveal a horn curving from his forehead. Red lines pulsed like veins across his face, symbols burning faintly beneath his skin. His eyes glowed—a blood-red fire in place of orange.
