"Aren't you the least bit curious why you're alive at all?"
The moment Valeria heard that question, she inadvertently gritted her teeth.
She didn't like the look on his face. It made it seem like he already had her in his palm.
But it wasn't just his look that she hated. She despised everything about him.
Unlike her, who preferred ending everything in one go and talking straight to the point, he twisted his words and played with others' minds.
Zephyr, on the other hand, smirked wider, already expecting such reactions from Valeria.
He knew she wasn't going to speak, so he replied to his own question. "You're alive because I still don't know who you're being supported by."
Valeria's head snapped toward him, brows furrowing. "…Huh?"
What the hell was he talking about?
Her genuine confusion, however, only deepened Zephyr's smile. He tapped one finger against the bar, rhythmic and mocking.
