Wanderers Of the Night
He was already dead when he called the King.
- No, - the cry almost broke and died away, only a wheeze escaped from the throat.
The tree straightened to reveal a view. Maybe Verton imagined what Yaroslav would look like, but not like that. Between the black trunks stood a guy naked to the waist. Tall, broad-shouldered, his whole body entwined with muscles that bulge with every movement. A pale, handsome face, framed by black hair, seems vaguely familiar, he is very similar to his mother, but his eyes ... The eyes are filled with silver - completely. No iris, no pupils, just this unbearably cold sparkling light.
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