Kieran looked at Frank.
But this time though, not in anger not with hate... But with more shock and surprise.
What had he done to this mortal that required such hate and anger?
Was it merely being a competition and standing up for himself against a bully the root behind such hate and loath?
It confused him so much that for a brief moment, the world around him faded as he looked at Frank's face, pondering.
The face was scrunched up, contorted in anger.
Dark eyes that held nothing but great anger and desire.
Wait, 'Desire' Kieran thought.
A familiar feeling brewed in his chest.
This feeling felt familiar.
Very familiar.
'The same desire that birthed betrayal. The same desire that—' Crack.
He felt a sharp pain in his brain as he thought further.
Pictures flashed in his mind... A fight long forgotten and a strange feeling overwhelmed him.
A feeling of loss... A feeling of emptiness.
