Chapter 58: Prince of the Demon Hunters
"Even the thoughts in our brain will go crying in vain; knowing she loses something she wants to gain."
CESIA'S POV
"Can I talk with you privately?" Aivan approaches me, while Ezekiel is on my side. I glared at him confused, about why he needs to talk with me in private.
'What is it this time?' Zia said, dreamily to Aivan.
'Tsk! You're being ambitious again, Zia." I said. He keeps on giggling when she used to think about Aivan or even when I get to see him.
'Tsk! How I wish I am the one who will control your body, so I can get closer to him.' There I almost soaked by what she said. Zia likes Aivan, how she idolized and admires him, by her imagination.
'You're creepy, how you manage to like different people, knowing you are my thoughts and I am the holder of this brain?' God! What happened to my brain?
Don't you think it is normal?
