He is looking at me, his eyes cautious.
" I want to see him," I say, holding his breath. What is he thinking?
" I just want him to accept my rejection, and you can throw him in jail," I clarify. He seems relieved to hear that. What was he thinking?
" He's outside. However, he refuses to accept your rejection," Bruce says. I hate Connor, and my anger towards him grows when I hear that. I clench my jaw.
" So, what'll happen now?" I ask, worry lacing my voice.
" Don't worry. He will accept your rejection, or he'll live his pathetic life in constant torture," Zuriel says. He seems determined. My hand flies to the constantly itching mark on my neck.
" And this?"
Zuriel runs a hand through his hair, a little hesitant. Why is he hesitant now?
" My mother says the old mark will fade
