The casual James, the cute James, and the bloodthirsty James… Which one was the real him?
This man was standing right before me, but he was shrouded in a layer of mystery so thick that I could not tell his true self.
“Clean up the mess.” he said to Johnson before making his way towards me. His face looked so innocent, and yet he had such an intense aura around him.
“Roger that, boss.” came a curt reply from Johnson.
“Are you afraid?” James smiled at me.
“Yup.” I nodded.
“Then you’ll have to adapt.” there was no consolation as he brushed past me back to the balcony.
He did not try to comfort me, nor was there any warmth in his words.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. This was too much for me to stand. I huddled at a small corner of the bar, alone and afraid.
