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There was a greed in his gaze, as if he feared missing the world by giving in to a blink.
After all, fear became hate when it festered long enough. The world always teemed with darkness, Ettenia had just given it a new name.
She was like the moon, she told herself. This emptiness was merely a phase she needed to traverse in order to be full again.
“I know a thing or two about being recognized for the wrong reasons.” For Arthie, it was her skin tone over her brains. For Matteo, it was his beauty over his talent.
A pretty face wasn’t enough to raise her interest. She needed a puzzle, an enigma. A challenge. They might have formed an alliance, but neither of them trusted the other. This wasn’t merely a deal. It was a game.
“Aren’t you afraid?” she asked. “Fear stops life, not death,”
“Did you get the marker?” Matteo asked, then frowned. “Your jacket’s torn. Are you all right?” It was a tiny detail to notice, but Arthie wasn’t accustomed to anyone being so attentive to her. So caring. “Perhaps you should stop looking,” Laith said, shifting closer to her. “Someone’s getting a little possessive,” Jin whispered in her ear. She belonged to no one, she wanted to say, but a little thrill ran through her, and she couldn’t decide if it was from Matteo’s attention or Laith speaking out on her behalf.
