Nyx's arm dropped from her head, and her lips parted in shock. She scoffed, then laughed humourlessly, looking at Marcus like what he said was a joke. But after reading his facial expression, her lips snapped together, and silence ensured as her mind tried to wrap around what he said. She didn't know how to feel sad, angry, betrayed? This feeling was worse than finding out Marcus was still alive.
Why? Because she phoned her phone almost monthly, still grieving at her loss.
Nyx's eyes glowed a brilliant amber, and she squeezed them shut, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Tell me this is one of your twisted, fucked up jokes, Marcus," She whispered. She knew if she spoke any louder, her voice would betray the swirling emotions inside of her. It didn't matter, though; she'd already shown Marcus that she was capable of emotions and wasn't as cold-hearted as she used to be. Right now, she was incredibly vulnerable with a man that might take advantage of it.
