The chaos in his eyes was painfully obvious. He had never been normal from the very beginning—his ethereal, inhuman beauty and chilling, cold demeanor were enough to prove it.
Revena forced her trembling voice to hold together.
"The Fox of Chaos, you said..."
Silver did not answer her. Instead, his wicked smile widened as he quietly enjoyed the subtle tremors running uncontrollably through her royal body. With a casual flick of his wrist, he pulled that overwhelming aura back inside himself. The freezing pressure vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked toward the velvet seat and sat down with absolute comfort, crossing his legs with the elegance of a king accustomed to sitting on thrones.
Revena took a ragged breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
"So this is why everyone is drawn to you. They are hopelessly attracted to your chaos... like moths to a devastating flame."
