"I know you understand that, Feaubry." She mumbles, leaning her chin on her inner palm while touching her elbow on the table.
"I don't know what you mean, Jiwoo. I know you are a demon but that doesn't mean you can make a judgment on me." I reply.
I look away, avoiding her gaze. I fix my seat and place my partial hair at the back on the crook of my hair. I glance back at her, who's now smirking at me.
"I can't tell you anything, Princess Feaubry but you know what I mean so don't play dumb and do as I say. Don't be reckless or you will regret it."
My brow raises when she keeps pushing it to me as if she knows my plan but she's not. I know that Jackson doesn't tell her anything.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Jiwoo. And I think that you are drunk. That's why you are telling me that… Out of the blue."
