'Does he have a death wish?' That was the only thought running through Eric's mind as Abaddon pointed the gun straight at him.
Instead of flinching or showing fear—Eric smirked.
That unexpected reaction made Abaddon falter.
He stared at Eric's face—at the delicate features, the calm defiance, the strangely familiar air. And suddenly, memories from the past came flooding back.
The first time he had seen Eric dressed as a woman—that dangerously captivating figure. That sly, mischievous smile. Those sharp, confident eyes that dared the world to challenge him.
The woman standing before him now looked exactly the same.
His mind reeled. Was he hallucinating? Losing his grip on reality?
In a swift motion, Abaddon lowered the gun and stepped forward. His hand shot out, gripping Eric by the neck as he slammed him against the wall.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked coldly, his voice rough with confusion and something unspoken.