Maya’s P. O. V.
“What do you mean, Spencer?” I asked curiously. I did not know what kind of expression was he wearing right now cause the ambiguous light and shade of this house did not allow me to see through him.
“Nothing.” Came his reply from a bit distance from where I am sitting. His voice once again felt a bit gloomy for no reason. And after a little pause, he decided to ask the long-awaited question at last,
“Why did you bring me here? What do you want from me?” asked Spencer, but I believe he is not that naïve not to understand what I am actually intending to do by coming all the way over here. Still, I chose to give him some clue.
“Well, you have something that supposed to belong to me, and I am here to retrieve it.” I uttered sternly, expecting him to understand what I am
