Zoe has made it very clear that she wishes to have nothing to do with me. What we had, even though so brief, lies in ruin. She truly does have all the reason to be so upset with me, for I have never been able to control my temper, yet I wish to see it as not being able to stand another man touching what is mine. The mere fact is that I only wish to protect her from the scum that finds themselves below there. Why she insists on dancing between them is truly something that I do not understand.
However, one thing that grabbed my attention was her near admission that I am the same as Breyden. She made her exit rather elegantly soon after the slip of her tongue. Well, I shall, in my own time, let her know that I am nothing like Breyden, and I quite frankly feel insulted that she suggested it in the first place. I am afraid that she will still learn who Foster Rosario truly is, but I am finding it hard to believe that she does not already know who I am.