Crimson Eye

Part 4

As Grey slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in a surprisingly well-furnished room. Soft ambient light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the walls. For a moment, the disorientation lingered, and the air felt charged with an unspoken tension.

A deep-seated fear tugged at Grey's core, but he mustered the courage to rise. The room exuded an air of eerie tranquility, a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that led him here. After a deep breath, he cautiously approached the door, hesitating before turning the handle.

The realization struck him that he needed to act, to understand where he was and what had become of Ashton. With a hesitant breath, Grey rose from the unfamiliar bed, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and rescue. He approached the door cautiously, every step echoing his internal turmoil.

As he swung the door open, his heart skipped a beat. Two imposing guards stood sentinel outside, their expressions inscrutable. They nodded in unison, indicating for him to follow. Grey swallowed hard, his nervousness palpable, but he complied, trailing behind the guards.

The corridor led to a grand dining area, adorned with opulent decorations. Halfway to his destination, Cale, the enigmatic figure who had abducted them, appeared. He regarded Grey with a nod, a silent agreement to guide him the rest of the way.

Upon reaching the dining area, Grey's gaze fell upon three imposing figures seated at the table. They exuded an intimidating presence, their appearances a blend of friendliness and an unsettling aura. Without formal introductions, Grey felt his powers pulse within him in response to their presence.

Cale, breaking the silence, introduced them, "Grey, meet your brothers—William, Felix, and Elias. Brothers, this is Grey."

The brothers rose, their movements both fluid and imposing. They extended hands in a gesture of welcome, their grips firm.

William, the eldest of the three, had an imposing presence. Standing tall, he bore a chiseled jawline and sharp features that accentuated his air of authority. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his eyes, a piercing shade of gray, seemed to hold a wealth of untold stories. Clad in a tailored suit, William exuded a commanding elegance that hinted at both strength and sophistication.

Felix, the middle brother, possessed an intensity that set him apart. His eyes, a deep shade of forest green, bore a gaze that seemed to pierce through the very soul. His dark, tousled hair framed his face with a touch of untamed allure. Dressed in a more casual manner, yet no less formidable, Felix's every movement suggested a coiled energy ready to be unleashed.

Elias, the youngest, exuded an enigmatic aura. His features, though boyish, hinted at a wisdom beyond his years. His raven-black hair fell in loose waves, partially obscuring his penetrating gaze. Elias's eyes, an unusual shade of indigo, held a quiet intensity, and his attire, a mix of classic and contemporary, added to his mysterious charm.

Together, the three brothers formed a trio of formidable figures, each with his own distinctive qualities that blended into a potent mixture of power and intrigue.

The unease settled within Grey as they initiated a conversation.

"So, Grey," William's voice resonated with calculated warmth, "share with us your life before all this. What were you and Ashton up to?"

The questions felt like probing needles, each word prying into the recesses of Grey's guarded memories. Felix's intense gaze and Elias's quiet observation only intensified the discomfort.

William continued, "It seems we've missed quite a lot over these years. We missed you, both you and Ashton. Every day was spent searching for you after that woman took you away." His expression hardened at the mention of Grey's mother.