"You… for some reason, you seem to repel it. Instead of being drawn to me like everyone else, you actually… despise me," she said with a chuckle. I wasn't sure she was entirely sane anymore.
"Then… why did you let me almost kill you?" I asked, trying to make sense of her behavior.
"As I said, it was just to verify something," she replied cryptically.
"Verify what—?"
"You want something from me, don't you?" she interrupted, her eyes narrowing. Her words made me freeze.
Seems she's already figured it out.
"And what makes you say that?" I asked cautiously, probing for her reasoning.
"Come on now. You keep insisting you could kill me, but your actions say otherwise. It's obvious—you want something I have," she said with an unsettling calmness.
No wonder she wasn't scared. Not even a hint of fear crossed her face, despite me being the one with the upper hand.
It was infuriating.