Balia's POV
Senna was at the table, and a cup of steaming hot coffee sat beside him as he leafed through files. They probably contained information about the people he was to kill. I saw things like these in movies.
How was he able to do this with a straight face? Wasn't he supposed to feel sinful for all the evil acts he'd been committing? I guess bad people do evil to the fullest—immorality at its finest.
Tina had just set my food before me when Senna slapped the file on the table. He folded his fingers into one another and stared right at me.
"You were asleep when I came back last night," He began.
I picked up my spoon and scooped the soup into my mouth. What was he expecting? A reply? A reply, my ass.
"You heard what I said, didn't you?"
Sighing, I dropped the spoon on the s
