"Sad, isn't it? That poor girl…" Inigo clicked his tongue continuously, shaking his head slightly.
"What…" Zion's breath hitched as she slowly cast Inigo a look. "What are you saying? Stop playing with words."
"Playing with words?" Inigo raised his brow as the side of his lips stretched into a smirk. "I am not. In fact, I'm holding back, afraid that it'll be too much for you and you'll snap!"
"What do you mean that my sister was one of them?" Zion ignored Inigo's last remarks as he queried firmly.
"One of them? No? I said she was like them. These people were more of a government people. But Zia, unfortunately, never worked for them. I'm not saying working for these government agencies was good; but they're rather less evil, I think." Inigo shrugged his shoulders as he shoved his hand inside his pants.
