Regina tilted her head slightly, watching Martin with a flicker of confusion and quiet alertness in her eyes.
"Regina, why not try… If there's truly a next time, see if I won't come back to stay by your side."
Martin's tone was still casual, almost playful—but this time, Regina found herself believing him.
There was something… primal in his voice. A whisper beneath the words that clawed at her instincts.
Martin turned his head, his gaze locking onto her—deep and unblinking. Just one look, and something in his eyes darkened. A strange golden glint flickered in his pupils. He frowned slightly.
Had he really said that? And stranger still… was he serious?
The thought unsettled him, but only for a moment.
Then, calm returned.
After all, hadn't it always been that way?
If Waldo wanted something, Martin made it his mission to take it—especially when it came to matters of the heart. Or possession.
