Zella stood up from the sand, but Leo was persistent. He grabbed her hand again, only to be shoved away, and Zella's glare intensified than ever. Leo faced her, with all indignance, ready to receive the slap he expected to get. But Zella was there, knuckling her fists, her breath ragged.
Leo turned to the building, with the arson still ongoing, and nodded, "You found about me. You know about me now, and I don't have a time to dodge that. Things aren't the way it supposed to be, but I guess time is right for you to see who I am."
Zella didn't respond, and increased her loath. The fire in her eyes blazed with fear, anxiousness, bewildered, and agitated. She never wanted to see him, but here he was, dragging her out of the fire, and although Zella should be grateful, rage filled up her system.
A spy like him would never save his wife if it intends to be her death.
