The washroom door creaked softly as Adam pushed it shut behind him. Quiet. Too quiet for a manor this large. He leaned over the basin, cool water reflecting his face.
That face.
It still startled him sometimes—the smooth pale skin, the faint blush that seemed permanent, the soft curve of his jawline. Cute. Pretty. The kind of face that would've been bullied to death back on Earth and was worshipped here. His fingers brushed the edge of the porcelain sink.
Eliza De Human. The Hero's awakening. The demons. The fucking goblins. Ignis. This whole place is a death trap in makeup.
His reflection blinked back at him, wide-eyed and tense.
"You're in over your head, Blake," he muttered under his breath. "Again."
