Merylle’s POV
"What are you doing?!" Myka hisses.
She stands on her feet after rolling down on the ground.
She shakes off the dirt from her dress. She then narrowed her eyes at the man who pushed her, but her facial expression turns soft.
I looked up at the unknown man. My forehead furrowed and my mind went into deep hunting of memories, trying to remember who it was.
I stared at him longer than I should be. He is eyeing Myka and tilted his head. His eyes are dead cold but his lips are grinning. The sides of his head are bleeding. His blood is slowly dripping from his temples and down to his cheeks. It was obvious his body was gone through torture.
"Leo...?" A name slipped out of my lips which caught both of their attention.
Leo's grin went wider and Myka's brows furrowed. "W-W
