Under the night sky, the once-stylish building was now barely a shadow of its former self, swallowed by the scent of smoke and blood lingering in the air.
"You got hit in the blast," one of the men beside him said, his face twitching with panic at the sight of the mangled flesh on the man's back.
"Mm." Andrew nodded. There was no trace of pain on that dangerously handsome face. Instead, he wore a faint, almost amused smile while coldly watching the car that was quickly disappearing below. He reached out and twisted the air between his fingers, like plucking an invisible thread.
"He still got away."
"Should we follow him?" the man asked, unsure.
Despite the burnt and bloody chaos all around, Andrew still carried this magnetic presence that made it impossible to look away. H
