Whispers of a Second Chance
“What’s happening here?” I blurted, my voice a tremor in the sudden silence. Their grins, wide and knowing, sent a shiver down my spine.
“So, you’re thinking Helena’s Daryl’s girlfriend?” The man’s words were a slow, deliberate drawl, each syllable dripping with a chilling amusement. He was like Laxus, the first time I’d met him, a presence that commanded attention, a force I couldn’t quite understand.
“That’s what it looks like,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. The man nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming with a hidden knowledge.