Chapter 90: Intimate Entanglement and Family Tragedy
(Scarlet's POV)
I leaned against his chest, a cold glint flickering in my eyes. If Damon intended to keep me as a bird in a cage, he better remember to lock the door. I played his question-and-answer game obediently, not because I lacked the right to refuse, but because I was gathering intelligence. I was lying in wait, a patient hunter disguised as prey, waiting for the perfect moment to bite back.
He asked about hobbies, taste preferences, my thoughts on the private jet-idle, seemingly worthless questions. Damon answered his own share without hesitation. In his world, there were no multiple-choice questions; every problem had only one answer.
I was different. Faced with boring inquiries, I chose to answer with rhetorical quest
