Author's POV Egon was in front of the big screen attached to the wall of his study room. His eyes were intense, his posture was still, his feet were rooted on the ground and his hands were curled in pockets. The screen's light was burning his eyes, but it wasn't strong enough to compete with the burn in his chest, and no burning can distract his eyes from Emerald's face. She was caged on his screen, and the camera was capturing the smallest detail of her. She was still in the same position he had put her in. Thick hair was sprawled on the mat, hands were resting near the head, long lashes were covering eyes like curtains, milky skin was looking radiant, her rosy lips were parted slightly, and he was struggling to take his eyes away from them. The beauty is ethereal, would melt the stone, innocence was sprawled like gems on a necklace, but it's all a facade, nothing is real. This innocence is deceiving; this woman doesn't know the meaning of innocence. Egon is now secured from her
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