Malcolm's amber eyes widened in stark shock, his body tensing against the plush mattress as Dahmer's chilling words hung heavily in the air between them. The sheer weight of the accusation felt surreal, cutting straight through the lingering emotional fog in the bedroom.
"What... what the hell do you mean by that, Lukas?" Malcolm asked, his voice barely a raspy whisper. "How could your own mother be the cause of Carlos's death?"
Dahmer's silver eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above them, a dark, heavy shadow passing over his sharp features as his grip around Malcolm's waist tightened subtly.
