Aubrey stared over one man, who was sitting comfortably in his bed. His back resting on the headboard casually, and his hand held one book. He was reading to pass his leisure time. He glanced over Aubrey and his cold demeanour didn't receded, he was still the same. A heartless murderer and a ruthless devil.
"Took you long enough.", he said. His eyes went back on the book, page 34.
"Is it fun?", Aubrey opened his mouth, asking in a very icy voice.
"What?", Adamson didn't look his way. He was busy reading.
"I won't repeat it twice.", Aubrey walked closer to the bed but he maintained a distance.
Adamson noticed that Aubrey had changed. He changed even more than the him he last saw. So fast… he thought.
"It is.", he answered simply. He wasn't even smiling. But one could see his amusement in his eyes. He looked satisfied and content. As if his only bird he had raised was able to fly with a broken wing.
