"You will die," Ava uttered without batting an eyelid.
"By now, you must have had the idea about me," his lips lifted into a smug smirk. Still, he didn't withdraw. He didn't move an inch away from her.
"Move," Ava hissed.
"And if I won't?"
Ava pushed him as she sat back up. She had slouched earlier when she was sleeping. She glared at Josef, her face was red not because his face was exactly like Matthew's but because she found the man really irritating.
"I was jesting," Josef chuckled. "Would you like some tea?"
"No."
"So, this means, you do not like the tea that— "
"No need to kill someone. I will take the tea," Ava said. This man was a psychotic demon. He would kill anyone that he found annoying. By now, Ava knew that this man was indeed a demon.
"Tell me," the man started the tea ceremony. "What rumors have you heard about me?"
