Revan was already curled up on the floor.
He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his hands tightly over his ears, bracing his entire body for the inevitable shower of debris, a wave of fire, or the instant death that was surely coming for him.
But as silence slowly reclaimed the room.
Revan slowly cracked one eye open
The first thing that greeted his sight was the violet-eyed woman.
The mysterious woman was already standing there, staring down at him with a look of incredibly flat, unfiltered disdain—as if she were observing a completely hopeless idiot.
The atmosphere instantly turned agonizingly awkward.
Heat flushed Revan's face. Stiffly, he lowered his hands from his ears and slowly forced himself to stand upright.
"Ahem..." Revan coughed awkwardly, wiping the dust from his mouth with the back of his hand.
The woman didn't even bother to mock him. She merely let out a soft snort, turned her gaze away, and walked off without uttering a single syllable.
