Destroyed

Enjoy this slightly longer chapter. :)

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Arren subconsciously placed his hand on his chest, and his heartbeat became faster and louder.

Spade's gaze... 

For some reason, even if Arren couldn't hear his thoughts or discern any emotions from Spade at the moment, he just knew... No, he could somehow feel it. 

The raw emotions that Spade was feeling in that moment. 

He took another step, not breaking their eye contact. For a few moments, Arren almost forgot where they were or the fear that once engulfed him the moment that he saw the leader. 

It was Spade who slowly returned his attention to the Marquis, who was now doing his best to get up, holding Spade's foot, trying to push him. 

The Marquis's bloodshot eyes and the different aura he gave off had become terrifying. If it was the Arren before, it was enough for him to crouch in fear, not daring to look.