Chapter 77: Exchange
“In every angel a demon hides. And in every demon an angel strides” —Unknown.
The hard lines on Lecter’s jawline tightens, his amber eyes glinting difficulty under the crease of his brows. If he were a mortal, he’d be in his forties.
Lecter is dressed like a typical upper-class business man, neat with that dark indigo suit and precisely combed side-parted hair of his. But underneath all that, I know that he’s wary of Gwi also. He can’t really say whose loyalty Red Suit is on either.
Whatever Wesker is offering to Gwi, the man is no longer interested in it. He then turns toward me, the weight of his gaze feels as heavy as the dangerously alluring ozon that he’s omitting.
A stray thought of mine can’t decide on what origin he belongs to. I have a few guesses, but I
