He has already said too many strange things ever since I met Skye Javier, and I don't think that I am going to let him get away this time. But Zebin stayed silent on the seat; his thumbs grazed his lips, and those blue eyes of his were fixated on the man who was snoring and sprawled across the sofa. My fingers tucked my hair behind my ears, and I decided to break the silence in the room by asking him what he meant by those words he had said just now and before.