Scarlet stared as Damien looked at her in amusement. He seems to be making fun of her and enjoying the situation at the same time. She finds him strange. He is like shades of different versions.
"How are you so calm?" she asked him. "You killed someone last night. Are you not bothered?"
She watched him raise his hand up and looked at it, as if admiring it and she forced herself to believe that he has few loose screws in his head.
Bringing his hand down to his side, he looked at her again, his blue eyes staring into hers and he said, "I believe you want to ask me something different from that. What is it?"
Scarlet has a lot of questions she wanted to ask him, but first, she looked around and realized they were in the open. Anyone could easily see them and eavesdrop on what they were discussing.
"You don't have to say anything, you know," she heard him say and she looked back at him.
