another world.
"Are you scared of me?" he asked still holding my chin.
I blinked twice. I didn't know if I should be scared of him or not. But I know he would never hurt me.
I shook my head. "No, I'm not scared…" I muthered.
He sighed and sat down on the bed, next to me. I could still felt my heart racing faster. I was scared. But I was careful not to let it appear on my face.
"He was a spy sent by Ivan. He had to die," he said without any ouce of remorse.
I know he deserved to die, but that's the worst way to kill someone. It was horrible.
"There other way you could have killed him. Just not that way," I scolded.
"I know. Killing with my hands come easier to me. I have far used them more than weapons."
What was him saying? Was he trying to make me even more scared than I was?
"You don't have to tell me that. I'm just saying there other ways you could have killed him," I repeated.