"Do you have something against people from England?" Vivian asked, somewhat relieved after hearing Uriel's remark.
"Well, not really. They just remind me of someone I hate."
The thought of Uriel actually hating someone sent shivers down Vivian's spine. If he was willing to torture someone he never even met, there was no saying about what was he capable of doing to someone he hated.
Truth was, Uriel didn't know himself if he hated Jon, but just thinking about how much he idolized the man and how betrayed he felt after meeting made him angry.
Just as Uriel was pondering about such matters, water began dripping from the faucet. It was only a few drops every now and then, but Vivian had a terrified look on her face.
"She's coming."
The few drops began dripping more often until water started flowing out letting out a vast amount of steam. Uriel placed his hand on the water, but it was cold.
