09-29-2020, 11:42 PM
His groggy gaze found the consul. Ryker was obviously delirious with a glaze across his eyes thicker than blood. Yet he kept his attention on the handsome face across the table. Marcus was young, so young. But a menace emanated like shadows. Ryker grit his teeth, wanting to dismiss the other channeler with all his might, but instead, he could not look away. The pat on the hand curled a sour taste up his arm. The disdain was writ plain on Ryker’s face, although the reason was unclear.
Food was presented, and Ryker managed to put some in his mouth, spilling some down his shirt as he devoured it.
After some time, he finally spoke. "What do you want with me?"
Food was presented, and Ryker managed to put some in his mouth, spilling some down his shirt as he devoured it.
After some time, he finally spoke. "What do you want with me?"