Glutton

"Marsella?" Aries whispered, automatically engraving that name in her head because the look in Abel's eyes sent a chill down her spine. 

"Yes. That name. If you see her in the street, don't walk past her. Turn around and walk away. Do you understand?" he raised his brows, making her nod in understanding despite not fully grasping the reason. "Good."

"How would I know her, though? What does she look like?"

"She..." Abel cocked his head to the side and then looked at her with conflict. "The last time I've seen her, she's an infant. I told you. She eloped with a man."

"That's too vague..." she smacked her lips in disappointment. "But why should I be wary of her?"

"I'm not saying to be wary of her. I'm telling you, avoid her at all costs."

"But why?"

"Because..." Abel winced as he looked in the window. "... she will like you."

"Huh?" Aries scrunched her nose up. "She will like me?"