Malachi swung the door open and stepped outside, swiftly adjusting his hair before approaching his brother. Joel's lips curved up with a knowing smile. "I didn't mean to interrupt."Â
He recalled the way he danced with Nazneen. His usually masked or nonchalant expression had brightened with a subtle genuine smile. Clearly, he saw something in that woman that Malachi failed to see.Â
The skin was the part he liked the most. As he peeled it off he ate it instead of throwing it away. He could feel her gaze on him. "You are very good with your hands," she spoke with a sultry voice.Â
He grabbed her face between his hands and made her look at him. "Don't worry. I have one more reason to live now. I'll even fight death to come back to you."Â