Sheloah folded her arms. "I don't believe you. Kreiss wouldn't hurt me. Maybe he's just saying that because he is indeed using me for something," she said then Veon raised a brow at her.
"Now you admit that you're being used and yet you believe that he's good?"
The girl shrugged. "So what? During my stay there, he did nothing to hurt me. He's a gentle guy. He's a painter—a dreamer," Sheloah said and Veon just shook his head.
"Mysterious AND suspicious. Honestly, it would be best not to trust him much," he said and Sheloah scoffed.
"Why not? He kidnapped me, yeah… but he took care of me."
Veon looked irritated when he heard Sheloah defend Kreiss.
"But he harmed you before he kidnapped you! Didn't that ever cross your mind!?"
Sheloah was taken aback when Veon shouted at her.
"But he—" Veon did not let her finish.
"He locked you up afterwards. I could tell," he said then Sheloah went quiet.
He was right.
'Veon doesn't really trust Kreiss.'
