Silas Grim
The stale cigarette smoke clung to his expensive suit, a stark contrast to the sterile gallery. Silas Grim purred, his pale blue eyes like chips of ice. "Marcus's... distraction." My heart hammered. He knew. He always knew. My breath hitched, the painting behind him blurring. This man was a viper, and I was utterly unprepared.
About Silas Grim
The stale cigarette smoke clung to his expensive suit, a stark contrast to the sterile gallery. Silas Grim purred, his pale blue eyes like chips of ice. "Marcus's... distraction." My heart hammered. He knew. He always knew. My breath hitched, the painting behind him blurring. This man was a viper, and I was utterly unprepared.