Chapter 17 – Injection (Part 3)
Chapter 17 – Injection (Part 3)
Emilio swaggered up to Zane, his usual grin plastered across his face like a mask of mockery. He threw an arm over Zane's shoulder, leaning in close to whisper, "Didn't expect you to have the guts to show up after yesterday. You really don't know when to give up, huh?"
Zane stood still, facing forward, his expression unreadable. Emilio's presence grated on him like a blade against stone, but he refused to flinch. He didn't need to respond. Not yet.
The memories of yesterday's words echoed through his head, sharpening his resolve. There would come a day when Emilio's laughter would fade—when Zane's promise would no longer be just a whisper in the dark.
'Just wait... a little longer,' he thought, finally glancing Emilio's way with a flick of his eyes.
Then he jerked his shoulder, throwing the boy's arm off.
"Don't touch me," Zane said flatly. "You smell like shit."
"...What did you say?" Emilio blinked, stunned. "You little—"
His hand twitched toward Zane, fist clenching, but he stopped mid-motion. Something—no, someone—was watching.
The weight of a cold, invisible pressure slammed down on Emilio's back like a slab of iron. His eyes widened, and he turned, heart stammering.
One of the Dimensional Knights, standing a short distance away, was staring at him. Not moving. Just watching. But the threat in his gaze was unmistakable.