As the newcomer drew closer, Liam spotted more of the features illuminated by the braziers' grey flames.
The man looked young, barely a year or two older than Liam. He had tidy short brown hair, sharp facial features, and intense but emotionless brown eyes that perfectly matched his severe expression.
The man's steps deepened the solemn, tense vibe his expression created. He walked slowly but steadily, his pace radiating confidence and strength that only the firmness of trained muscles and experience could fuel.
At once, Liam realized that the man had nothing in common with Kyle or Randall. That was a proper warrior privy to the real face of the world, possessing none of the youthful innocence his facial features still slightly betrayed.
Moreover, Liam knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was in danger. He didn't know why, but his raging survival instincts prevented his brain from wasting time in such useless thoughts.
