Page 132 of Secret Gifts

The man pushes his phone back into his pocket, and then he puts his deceitful mask back on as he emerges from the room. His violet-eyed weapon walks toward him, carrying two drinks in her hands.

"You look like you could use one of these," she says, oblivious to the betrayal in his touch as he accepts it.

"You look like you could use some rest. I'm sure you're exhausted after what you did to Seminole."

She smirks, tossing her hair back.

"I can sleep after," she murmurs before bringing him down to meet her lips.

He puts his drink down and then places hers on a table before wrapping her up in his arms.

"Then let's take this somewhere a little more private," he murmurs, the falsified love in his eyes fooling her.

She grins while willingly becoming his to own, unaware of his true desire. He picks her up to carry her away, taking on the role of the doting lover, as the cries of pain and the prayers for death serenade their stroll down the eerie halls.