Terms of the duel
"I'm not going anywhere with the devil!" I throw my pillow down on the floor and glared at my stupid axe that was on the table as if it were the cause of all my problems.
Sarit pretended as if she can't feel my glare on her, and that caused me to angrily glare at her.
I can't believe she left me feeling down, on my own!
"Sarit!" I called out in anger, with my hands balled to the side.
She didn't respond to my calls.
But not for long.
I smirk as I rolled on the bed, to change my position, so I can directly look at her.
"I will lock you up today. You will be in the cupboard for—"
//You called, sir?//
"Now, you are yawning like a human?" I frown at the stupid axe.
//Sorry, sir.//
"You are a pain in the arse, you know that, right?"
//I—//
Someone knocked on the door, and that caused Sarit to cease talking.
"Who's there?"