Azriel's Point Of View
The man's eyes widened, stretching so far I thought the skin at the corners might tear. Pure, unadulterated horror dawned on him slowly, traveling from the trembling base of his blood-slicked chin up into those frantic, watery pupils. He looked at Draven first, then his gaze darted to Lucian, whose hands still dripped with the casual spray of that sudden slap.
Finally, his eyes landed on me. He resembled a man realizing he'd just walked off a cliff… that split second before the fall when understanding crashes down. The recognition in his expression was complete now, absolute. He knew exactly what sat on that plate.
