PRESENT TIME
"That's why even now, Inigo wants me dead." Zoey muttered as she gripped on the can of beer tightly. Her grip shook as she recalled the root of Inigo's anger and his determination to exact his revenge.
He successfully did in their previous life. Matthew died; an eye for an eye. However, that didn't stop there. The schemes and torment continued. One after another, she lost her loved ones. The pain Zoey caused him, Inigo returned it ten folds -- thousand.
But now, they were even. Thus, Zoey was prepared to fight Inigo head-on. She wouldn't let him do as he pleased anymore nor did she plan to kill herself this time.
This was the war she started. Thus, she wanted to end it herself. This war, Zoey was aware to end it, would be either her death or Inigo's.
Matthew stared at Zoey's side profile, keeping his silence as he absorbed the root of her problem. After a beat, Matthew sighed and chugged the beer in one go.
