Chapter 18: Burning Desire
What an odd specimen, Leander thought. People don’t get offended when they are told that they didn’t try their best to die. Everyone has the inherent will to be alive.
Whether they live their life or not...that’s another issue. But everyone wants to stay alive. Even he wants to stay alive.
Viviana wanted to stick something in that face for his arrogant attitude. "What do you know about me?" she seethed.
"I know enough," Leander smirked. He got a rise seeing her getting emotional.
The liveliness in her eyes was such a sight to behold!
"You had the knife and what did you do?" he asked.
His smile was lopsided, and he slightly cocked his head. And just like he predicted, the furrow between her brows eased. She was not angry anymore, but she contemplated something.
He knew she wanted to die. But he just wanted to tease her.
The smile on his face annoyed Viviana so much. She fisted her hands to balls not minding the pain from the needles. He was not wrong. She was so focused on dying and yet when she had the knife, she used it on him rather than doing what she planned to do.
"Yeah, my hate for you is much deeper," she smirked as she came to a conclusion after thinking for a moment. Her dark eyes focused on him trying to understand what he wants, just like he was observing her.