"What do you think this is?" Evren asked, his tone matter-of-fact as he straightened his shirt, brows drawn in mild confusion.
Ezrik glared like he'd just witnessed a crime. "I will cut off your tongue."
He took one lethal step forward but Willow immediately moved, planting herself between them with her arms wide.
"Wait!"
At the same moment, Navian's shadows burst outward like living smoke, coiling around Ezrik's torso and pinning him in place.
Ezrik gritted his teeth, fury burning in his eyes. Trapped and seething, he shot Evren a murderous look.
Evren only grinned back, wiggling his brows.
Ezrik exhaled sharply, his rage melting into a long, tired sigh the moment he met Willow's hazel eyes. Eyes giving him a very clear really?
His shoulders dropped in defeat. "I am really sharing you with a peacock… and a lightbulb?"
He sounded calmer. Resentful, dramatic, deeply suffering but calmer.
Navian released his shadows, letting them slip back into him like nothing happened.
