Ezekiel turned to throw an annoyed glance at Aurelia, completely ignoring her words before he turned to Skyla and continued what he wanted to say, "Why is it you again?"
'Huh?' Skyla blinked ridiculously, 'Is this what someone says to an injured person?'
Ezekiel furrowed his brows as he complained, "You always seem to find trouble"
Skyla pursed her lips annoyed as she slapped his hand away from her face and retorted, "I'm sorry for being a trouble magnet"
Ezekiel rubbed his palm in disbelief as he glanced at the human who dared to slap his hand away and yet argue with him childishly. He pursed his lips when he saw her fatigued face even though she was trying her best to hide it. He blamed himself for not arriving early to save her.
The moment her blood spilled…the moment he was hit with that familiar scent, he had recognized her. No wonder he felt he had seen her before… She was the strange woman in a strange attire the other night.
