ZARYA’S POV

I was about to put down the dried woods when someone bumped into mine. All of the woods I gathered were broken, spreading on the soil.

“Use your eyes, Son of a bitch.”

Both ears panted as I heard the arrogant voice of the unknown. I upraised my body as the madness and eagerness for whoever called me that way spread around my body. I never hesitate to face him.

“You call me, what?”

He glared at me as the ruthless and the most arrogant man I had met for today. “Son. Of. A. Bitch.” He emphasized word by word. It made my blood boil in full annoyance....