“You can’t force someone to talk about their life. That’s not getting to know them.”
“It is for me.”
“Then shouldn’t I get to know you, too?”
He pulls his hand from mine. “If you want.”
“Does this mean I can ask you questions?”
“Sure.”
“What do you do exactly?” I probably shouldn’t try to find out more about him, but I already know his name. If I want to survive him, I need to look further into who he is and what he does.
“I’m a strategist.”
“A strategist who kills?” I lower my voice.
His lips curve in a small smirk as he tips his glass at me. “Exactly.”
“A strategist for whom?”
“I don’t think it would make a difference if you knew.”
“You said I could ask questions.”
“I never said I would answer them all.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Fair is for weak people, Lia. You’ve been in a monstrous world long enough to realize fairness doesn’t really exist.”
“It does exist, even if people like you are doing their best to erase it.”
He lifts a brow as he swirls his wine. “People like me?”
“You know.”
“No, not really. Why don’t you enlighten me?”
“Criminals.”
“Criminals. Interesting analogy.”
“It’s not an analogy when it’s true.” I push back against my faux leather seat, giving up on the salad and sipping the wine. It’s helping to loosen the nerves that have been on high alert since I first met this man.
“According to you, perhaps.”
“According to the world. Youkilledpeople.”
“People like me,criminalsper your words.”
“That doesn’t make you a hero.”
“A hero is the last thing I want to be. Selflessness has never been my thing.”
“So you would rather be the villain?”
“A villain is the hero in his own story, so why not?”