ZAYLA

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, meeting his stare.

He smiled. Playfully. And waved his hand. Brushing it off.

I knew for the fact that he knows a lot about them, and that they trusted him. I decided to ask and ask.

"You know them so well, don't you?"

His brows are arched, amused yet confused. Then he nodded.

"Well maybe they might have told you why they're helping me or even protecting me, yeah?"

He smiled. Looked down at his fingers. They were inked, I need not be told his body too was. I study the design, trying hard not to immerse myself into it, while...