••• Kyson’s POV •••

“Hey, Kyson. Don't you think you look better now?” Night popped a question as I was standing in front of the mirror after taking a shower.

Better?

I looked into the mirror and studied my reflection. Not to be a narcissist, but I did look better with Zalarus’ tattoos over my arms and upper body, plus my hair that was now reaching a little past my shoulders.

“You look cooler, don't you think so? Like a badass,” Night asked again as he also admired my reflection.

“Of course, he looks cooler. It’s because of me. Because I’m handsome and cool,” Zalarus boasted and smiled proudly.

“Will...