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037 Eyes, because you're always out of your depth.

  It's Baymont.

  Evelyn's face was buried in the soft bedding, and Sagon had been pressing on the back of her head so that she couldn't look up, and therefore couldn't see Baymont's stance or the look on his face at the moment - most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of his features, and she could only guess by the sound of his voice. Most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of him, and Evelyn could only guess at his emotions, which barely fluctuated, by the sound of his voice.

  Now, for example, Evelyn knew without looking that Baymont was angry.

  The angrier he gets, the calmer he gets and the less willing he is to talk.

  Sagon apparently realized this as well, and he seemed to smell some sort of unusual vibe in the air, or perhaps the blood in his body was coldly reminding him of it.

  The sharp imp instantly tensed its entire body, its long, thin tail raised high, subconsciously taking a defensive s

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