"Walk slowly. I don't have legs as long as yours," Esme mumbled when she couldn't catch up to him, her breaths coming in soft pants.
He paused, a charming smile made its way on his face as he glanced at her, "Shall I carry you?"
Her face flushed, ''I can walk," Why would she want to be carried by him?
''You don't look affected by what happened," His steps were as powerful as before but his pace slowed down.
"I expected that from you," She lowered her head. For whatever reason, she was not that scared like before. Maybe because after hearing about him from everyone, she was getting used to what was laid before her eyes, or maybe because she knew how inhumane he was that she was unfazed.
"I assume you like everything about me."
