Aesther froze.
He was wearing dark robes etched with crimson. Ezrahl's raven hair had grown enough to cast shadows over his eyes, making him enchantingly intimidating.
Seeing Aesther, his face changed ever so slightly but his expressions remained as cold and calm as ever.
"Are you hurt?" His voice was dark and deep, like the rumblings of clouds before a storm.
"I am… wet," Aesther's mind was too blank to think of a proper excuse.
Ezrahl looked at her almost as if they were meeting for the first time. The hardness in gaze dimmed slightly.
But before he could ask, she responded cheerfully.
"I was checking how good their security is," Aesther closed the door with a dull click and shrugged. "Seems like trash.":
He said nothing but simply followed her down the hallway.