After sorting their matters out, they were leaving and Zariah was glancing at him from time to time.

They were in a van. A local who was working for them driving the van due to the patrol and not being suspicious either.

He knew she could no longer be involved in any activity.

‘The woman before me is no longer the human killing machine, no longer heartless, an ace, a pillar, or anything… It was Zariah.

‘MY’ Zari to be exact.’

He thought with a strange, victorious but vile smile spread across his thick lips, scanning her from top to bottom.

His eyes were staring into her soul. Without questioning,...