"Well, yes, it is." Salem leaned back in the wooden chair, tilting his head until his eyes rested on the night sky full of stars. "I'm not exactly the most cheerful person either."
"Your clothes tell me otherwise."
Salem chuckled. "At least, even if I'm filled with negative thoughts, my appearance doesn't have to be gloomy." He gave a half-smile. "Life needs a little color, or else we'd all drown in darkness."
Even so, Primrose didn't quite believe that was the only reason he often dressed like a clown instead of a refined young master.
The truth was, Salem had a face that was both handsome and strikingly beautiful. If he didn't cover himself in those outrageous colors, he could easily leave people spellbound by his looks alone.
Maybe … that was exactly why he wore those bright clothes.
From the fragments of his thoughts she had overheard, it seemed he had been harassed when he was a kid—perhaps even into adulthood—until Raven ended his abuser's life.
