" Why are you laughing?" Adora asked feeling annoyed. She didn't like how his laughter made her feel ridiculed. It felt demeaning. Arsalaan ignored her for a few minutes.
" I like how you took me as a challenge to break and bend at your will. It makes me feel more pathetic about myself. I am now undecided on whether I want to thank you or chase you out of my territory? Tell me, Adora, what exactly do you want me to do to you?"
His tone was angry. At first, he was just chill. Numb to all the pain she caused. As though it wasn't enough she decided to tub salt on his raw injury. Adora was confused. Wasn't honesty what he wanted? Then where did she go wrong?
" But.." she started ready to protest when he cut her short.
