Chapter 11: EX 11. Death Parade
Leon lay on the bed, his right arm tucked under Elizabeth, who rested against him with a satisfied smile. The duvet covered both of them—his chest exposed, hers completely wrapped beneath the sheets, save for her head and one arm, which slowly traced light circles across his chest with her fingers.
The room was quiet, their breaths still settling from the intensity of the sex they just had.
Then came her soft voice, laced with a warmth that only grew when they were alone.
"Now... can you tell me why you took your time in the trial?"
Leon let out a low hum, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his thoughts flickering. "It had to do with my talent."
She said nothing she just kept tracing those circles on his chest. That was one of the things he liked about her. Elizabeth never interrupted when she sensed something important was coming.
Leon didn't want to lie to her—but he also couldn't reveal everything. Not yet.
The truth about his talent wasn't something the world was ready for, not even those closest to him. Still, he would give her a glimpse.
"My talent allows me to add points to my stats."
The fingers on his chest froze.
Elizabeth slowly sat up, the duvet slipping down her upper body, but she wasn't embarrassed. Her expression wasn't teasing now—it was stunned.