Within the room Skyler was peeking into, a pair of deep emerald eyes snapped open.
Their owner—a tall, scarred man radiating an overwhelming presence—slowly turned.
"Who's there?"
His sharp gaze locked onto the narrow gap in the door, and Skyler instinctively flinched, then bolted without thinking. But it was too late—he crashed face-first into a shield that had suddenly materialized, trapping him.
Skyler turned back with an awkward smile, but it vanished the moment he saw Argon Steel standing before him. The man's eyes burned with a deep hue as he studied him.
He stood bare-chested, wearing only a pair of pants, with golden lines tracing intricate patterns across his body like glowing veins.
A sudden pressure fell over Skyler—so intense it forced a sharp gasp from him.
