Chapter Eighty Five

"What's taking him so long?" Ares questioned, his brows were strictly furrowed.

"Is it that important though? Perhaps the woman holds a special spot in him." Poseidon's opinion urged me to swallow the lump upholding my throat.

We waited for about five minutes 'til Lorcan went back, the visible trouble in his face was quickly replaced by a normal cold one. If the others failed to notice it then, i'm not oblivious enough to end up the same.

He faced our direction. I could hear the heavy air from the Decagon members. They look like they are anticipating something that's beyond my knowledge. They seem calm yet obviously too tensed up, a kind of paradox i would never understand how they could possibly perform naturally.

Lorcan's peculiar grey eyes have darted into mine. In an instant, i avoided those harmful pairs. Every time I face it, it's as if my soul is being vacuumed, my thoughts were taken away until i felt lost. Those raging pairs of charcoal eyes bring harm to my heart, they are