"You are wasting your time worrying about them. If you ask me, they are better off dead than alive," Mira offhandedly said, but suddenly she felt the air around her change, as a spine-chilling aura filled the entire room.
Mira's eyes shook as she saw Damien looking at her, his eyes an eerie jet black, while the atmosphere in the room turned as dark as it could get.
"Get out…" Damien said in a deathly cold tone as he got up and stood before her and an unnatural silence followed.
Mira had never seen him show such a stone-cold face that wasn't outright frightening, but his gaze was enough to make every fiber in her body shudder, not knowing why.
With a trembling chin, she bit down on her bottom lip as she said in a tremulous voice, "W-Why should I? You can't say—"
"I said get out!" Damien stepped forward as he pointed his finger at the door, making Mira lose color in her face as she stumbled backward, knocking over the glass on the table.
