Relic of the Future: Chapter 30

What was perhaps more galling was how Emerald simply didn't care. Half his age, barely bigger than the spiders herself, and she cut through them without giving a shit. She dealt with her own, wiped the gunk off on her pant leg and looked to him, the torch she'd attached to her left breast illuminating his face.

"You look frightened," she said.

"No!" he denied, a little too loudly. His face flushed with colour when a tiny, uncharacteristic smirk appeared on Emerald's face. "Nothing wrong with a little fear," he grumbled, moving on, using his own torch for vision.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 30