"Let's just die together."
There was only one word that could describe the expression on Karina's face at that moment.
'Beautiful….'
She was utterly, devastatingly beautiful. Far more than any noblewoman he had ever laid eyes on. Her snow-white hair, perfectly matched to the frozen scenery, fluttered softly in the breeze.
Yet none of that could divert his attention as much as the pair of amethyst eyes that bore on him, eyes that refused to let his gaze escape.
It was heartbreaking, utterly so.
"You're delusional," Vanitas said at last.
In the next instant, his hand reached forward, closing firmly around Karina's neck. His grip tightened, cutting off the air that should have been draining from her lungs.
But her face never changed. She only smiled while her skin showed no sign of strain, as though the very act of being strangled meant nothing at all.
