Khane confuses me with his behavior. He's a man whose heart is impossible to read. I can't even interpret his flat expression. Is he angry? Or has he returned to his previous self?
Right now, I'm having breakfast with Khane. We're sitting across from each other, and his demeanor remains cold. He's as stiff as if he were unapproachable. There's no conversation between us, only the clinking of cutlery and plates punctuating the silence.
I want to ask him something, but I'm too scared to speak. The last time he looked at me, I felt his desire to make me disappear. That could happen, couldn't it? After all, Khane is a cold-blooded mafia. No one survives his wrath when they make a mistake. Perhaps I'll end up as unfortunate as those who met their end.
Fear makes it difficult for me to swallow my food. I've tried to calm down several times, but my thoughts refuse to cooperate.
