"This is this! For that…I'll expect nothing less," he said, his voice tinged with amusement, his expression openly entertained as he leaned closer.
Aria didn't flinch, but that didn't mean she was okay with kissing him. She immediately opened her mouth to speak.
"We can just do it," she said, jerking the sheet she had pulled over herself tighter, hoping that the faster they got it over with, the better—for both of them.
Just because she didn't flinch didn't mean she didn't want to rip the smug smile off his face.
Didn't mean she didn't want to dice him into tiny, bloody pieces and watch him writhe.
Didn't mean she didn't want him to suffer the most agonizing death imaginable—and feel pain so deep it followed him into whatever lay beyond death.
But almost like he could read her thoughts, Zyren chuckled to himself, an excited glint in his eyes, as he casually began removing the coat he had just put back on.
