"How's your work?" a familiar scent assaulted Thea's nostrils as the room's door closed.
It was Leon's tobacco scent stuck all over his body. Oh, how she hated that smell; for years already.
"Remember? You must behave, otherwise, I'll throw you back to another country. By the way, your childhood sweetheart has finally moved on. I see that he has a new girl…" he spoke nonchalantly.
Thea heard him chuckle, as he added, "That man, indeed, we both have the same taste when it comes to women. But that pretty woman he has right now is someone hard for me to get. Ah, too bad, she's so beautiful and alluring."
Thea could see the evil grin plastered on Leon's face in the mirror.
All these years, she wanted to kill the devil, but she couldn't do that. She was afraid to kill someone, but even more, she was afraid to die.
