A Proper Meeting (II)
Zed grabbed the crystal and closed his eyes. He felt a warm, jovial sensation from it, just like he always felt when he held Hope in his Kiba form.
Rebecca didn't say anything more. She came here to give him what was his.
Of course, she desired more, much more, but she knew her desires didn't hold any value, at least not for him. Perhaps rightfully so...
But she knew he didn't wish to meet her, maybe never did.
So she left the chair and rose to her feet to leave.
Zed placed the crystal on the table and spoke.
"Except for the last six months... I always wished I could meet you."
"!" Rebecca stopped and looked at him.
Zed gazed at dreamy lighting on the ceiling, the waterfall that created a calm, soothing atmosphere, and the fireplace that emanated a royal feel. The entire hall was a display of sinful vanity, with money poured like water to build it, for no other purpose than to look really good.