-_-_-_-_-Venice's Perspective-_-_-
"What do you want from us?" I asked directly to Grey, who was calmly staring at a wall right next to where Fleur and the others are silently sleeping.
He turns to me with an adamant look, as if he had found his resolve.
"Nothing," Grey answered, still peering into my eyes. I was hoping to receive additional information out of his response, and I knew this would not be an easy task to perform. Still, I urge him to speak up and squeeze any knowledge that I can out of him before getting out of this rigid place.
"Why do you ask?" He uttered, which made the tables turn and switched to my side, trying to dodge the question that I long to ask.
Uninterested, I shook my head and brushed his quiz away, hoping that somehow we can go back to the topic to the meaning of his actions.
"Nothing," I repeated his retort, not wanting to answer anything to him.
