Bab 238: When the clear line of reality was blur

"... it will be fun bantering with you." 

I blinked my eyes ever so tenderly, staring at Niall's smirk. This person always had his ways on everything. 

"Let's not talk." I peeled my eyes away from him, swaying my feet that were dangling out of the railing. 

The reason I intruded on this place and chose my room was that I needed to keep an eye on this man. He couldn't kill me even if I squatted in his territory; he could try, but he would never succeed. But that was also the same with me. I could try to kill him right now, but I wouldn't succeed.

"Staring at you won't be fun," he complained, cupping his jaw while frowning. "Should I push you out of here?" 

"I'll jump."

"How dull." I cast him an indifferent side-eye, catching him let out a deep exhale as he gazed ahead. "Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves—let's count those demonic bears and the lamb — they now shared one enemy. I wonder if they can win?"