Kael Draeven
There's actually no point denying the fact, he caught on already,
Kain remained standing there with his mouth twitching in anger and his hands trembling against the dark crystal gun in his hand. If I had known he was going to come across it, I wouldn't have kept it where it would've been easily seen, I would've done a great job hiding it.
I pushed myself off the door with great difficulty, ugh! Why must he push me so hard?
I clenched my jaw as I straightened up, forcing myself to stand despite the pain tearing through my back. My vision blurred for a second, the sharp scent of blood thick in the air.
Kain's fingers tightened around the gun, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His fake dark hair was now disheveled, his dark eyes, or at least the contact lenses he wore burning with something I couldn't quite name, anger, frustration… maybe desperation or curiosity.
"I said, put the gun down," I repeated, my voice low, measured.
