Dzarma held Akaya's icy hand in his, but she slowly snatched her hand away from his and shook her head, to indicate her disagreement with him.
"What have these people done to you while I was unconscious?" Dzarma asked her while his brows furrowed with worry and confusion.
"They have done nothing wrong. However, if you want to leave, then go ahead." Akaya answered.
"I'm not leaving without you. Who knows what these people will do to you without me being around?" Dzarma asked, his voice laced with concern.
"And what can we possibly do to harm her?" Lucky asked.
"Is this what you told her? To have her turn her back against me back then?" Lucky asked.
Dzarma turned his head to look at him, "No one spoke to you. So please shut the fuck up!"
"See, this is the reason I didn't even want to help him out. I don't even understand why he is so bitter with me." Lucky replied.