Warm greeting

Eve turned an appraising look at the angry man, at the same time showing with her furrowed brows he didn't intimidate her. And it didn't matter if his presence was strong enough to make her palms sweat. Eve could've been just as scary, if she only wanted to.

The man in question was tall enough to tower even over Victor a little and had square shoulders and muscles that threatened to tear his shirt apart. His hair was in a buzz cut so short that it was hard to tell the exact colour of it. He had a jaw as square as his shoulders, a nose that must've been broken somewhere without professional medical aid, and small eyes of the same unclear colour as his hair. It all screamed to Eve: "Army, this man is from the army!"

"Duglas," Victor said. He looked very normal and put together at the moment, but Eve knew it was a pretense.