I averted my gaze, hoping he wouldn't notice how I kept staring at him from head to toe. What was wrong with me? Why was I looking at him like that? I felt embarrassed. "Destiny," he muttered coldly.
"Yes," I said in a whisper, hoping he wouldn't do anything nasty. I kept thinking, what if he strangled me to death or used me as his breakfast?
He stared at me with that cold expression once again. "I didn't call you here to kill you, Destiny," he said, as if he had just read my mind and I released a deep breath.
"If I wanted to end you, I would have done so a long time ago," he added, then disappeared into another room, presumably the dressing room.
My legs were getting tired from standing. He took longer than I expected before coming out from his dressing room.
"What... Can
