He kept squeezing his hand, crushing a little ant bit by bit, beyond his control.
"I told you he simply can't control himself," the elder of the clan said as he extinguished the burning incense.
Disappointment was evident in Old Seymour's eyes,
"Jared Quinn, Jared Quinn, wake up!" Melody Thorne gripped Jared Quinn's big hand, trying to awaken him.
The man, sunk into slumber, immediately awoke when the hypnotic incense lost its effect, but his big hand almost instinctively gripped Melody Thorne's neck, tightening forcefully.
"Jared, Jared Quinn" Melody Thorne clearly saw the undissipated killing intent in Jared Quinn's eyes, even when facing her.
Upon hearing her voice, Jared Quinn's black pupils suddenly regained clarity; the dark mist dispersed, reflecting the sight of him choking Melody Thorne's neck. His pupils constricted sharply, and his big hand retreated.
"Jared Quinn, are you alright?" Melody Thorne panted heavily, looking at him with concern.
