CHAPTER 742
"How about now?"
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"..."
Silence settled in the room as Grey stared deep into Borfan's eyes.
His heart thudding quietly.
'I... I saw no twitch. No itch or subtle positioning of his body that would betray his intention to move.
Yet he now stands beside me? And here I thought, in the grand scale of things, I'm a monster.
But if I am a monster, what shall I call him? Or was I distracted when he moved?'
"Gahahahaha~" Borfan suddenly threw his head backward, bursting into maniacal laughter.
"... Shoot! I really wanted to see your flustered expression. How I wish that mask was not on your face."
Tak. Tak. Tak.
The man could be seen retreating away from Grey without so much as brushing a single hair on his body.
For some reason, this indifference from Borfan seemed to irk him deeply, as faint lightning crackled visibly around Grey's hands.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that," Borfan uttered over his shoulders without glancing back.
