I know my theory must be shocking to hear, but I still never expected Eros to react the way he does. His eyes suddenly seem like they’re going to bulge out of their sockets, while all the blood disappears from his face. And not just that, I also notice him clenching his hands into fists, to prevent them from trembling. But it’s still noticeable.
“No … Not a war …” he breathes out, a haunted gaze taking over his eyes. I cautiously extend my hand, reaching out to put it on his shoulder. His stare suddenly flickers to my face, but he doesn’t move away.
“It’s just a guess, there is no guarantee, that I’m right,” I tell him softly, trying to get him to calm down. But judging by the way he’s staring at me, I highly doubt this is possible at the moment.
I turn to Silver for some help,
