'So, how much did you know?'
"That you're only but a shell living off as Mystique Blackwell," Ashtra responded with his grin now went ear to ear as he paused for a while. "Miss Quinn?"
While Nathalie, as usual, kept up a straight face, her heart raced— the palpitations kicked in. She couldn't help but tried her best to resist the tingling sensation that coursed through her body.
In her mind, he would somehow pry into his thoughts, but she never thought it would be the one to hit the nail on her head.
"Since you opened this up, I was so curious…" He started to doodle his fingertip on the table. "While that simpleton moved through his emotions when it came to you, that Nathan man somehow made sense to his head, which was also boring... "
Nathalie agreed in silence, not exposing her inner monologue, lest he'd get a chance to read what was on her mind. But then, something caught her attention.
'Also?'
