Marceline shot Kira a sharp glare when he raised his voice, telling her to keep her weapon.
"Why should I listen to you? Do you think you are in a position to tell me what to do? You are at my mercy right now. One move and I can slit your throat to end your sinful life," Marceline hissed with a mocking look in her eyes.
She hated this man's gut. He didn't even blink nor be intimidated even after getting a knife being pressed at his neck. His eyes had no fear nor worry, only pride and confidence could be seen in them.
"I'll ask you again. Who. Sent. You. Here?" Marceline emphasized her four last words.
Kira's scarlet eyes blazed as he held his head high, meeting Marceline's emerald orbs. He was already contemplating in his mind whether to make a move or not.
The dagger on his neck was adding fuel to his rage. As much as he wanted to forget that tragic past, he couldn't do it as a certain woman whose identity he did not know kept on reminding him about her.
