Xander gave a polite nod, his expression ice cold, while the black fog clouding him deeply irked Lana, yet on the surface, her sweet smile prevailed.
Seeing him turning to leave, Lana turned her attention to Mathilda, whose expression was filled with interest.
"I will leave then. As for Xander... Es un maldito mocoso. Su vida es miserable." (He's a damn brat. His life is miserable.)
Xander's steps faltered, and his back grew stiff, while the black fog around him started to get tinged with red mist too.
Mathilda pretended to be calm; her eyes, however, were fixed in Xander's direction, trying to look for a reaction.
Seeing him halting, Mathilda's heart leaped to her throat, her fist clenched.
However, soon Xander continued to walk, as if nothing was amiss.
Her hanging heart fell, and Mathilda turned toward Lana with triumph in her eyes.
