Irene sat down at a table with three stacks of books. We had been here for 30 minutes so far. I didn't want to interrupt her fun, but I really wanted to know more about grimoires. I hoped she didn't think I wouldn't want to know more after suddenly dropping a bomb like that.
"Irene, how are grimoires cursed?" I asked.
Despite my cold tone, I was dying to know. However, Irene only looked up at me and smiled. She giggled before she put her book down.
"I figured you would want to know more," She teased me.
"Then why haven't you told me more yet?" I raised an eyebrow.
"That's because you are a selfish and ambitious man. When you want something, you tend to grab it by any means necessary." She explained.
I understood her reasoning. She wanted to be the center of my attention. I sighed.
"What is it that you want?"