I scoffed coldly, the sound sharp enough to cut glass. "Of course I'm here to kill. Do I look like I'm out for a stroll?!" My fingers twitched at my sides, nails digging crescent moons into my palms as I fought to keep my voice steady.
How could he stay so calm? His composure was infuriating—that same unreadable mask he'd worn for centuries, giving nothing away while my world crumbled around me.
If I keep playing the docile lamb, I'd be the greatest fool alive! The realization burned through me like wildfire, scorching away any lingering hesitation.
