She rested her chin on his shoulder, speaking softly. This kind of talk seemed to be something she had said to Philip Shaw long ago. She couldn't quite tell who was holding her at the moment, but it didn't seem to make much of a difference. Whether it was Steven Balance or Philip Shaw didn't mean much to her, "I don't know why you won't touch me. Do you hope I'll willingly comply? I'll listen from now on, just don't hurt my friends."
Steven Balance's heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
The frantic rhythm finally calmed down.
Reaching out his hand, he pinched Aldana Candi's chin, looking at the woman's fair and delicate appearance, he asked, "Did you say the same thing to Philip Shaw before?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Aldana Candi's eyes.
Yet he laughed for some unknown reason.
It was an odd, schadenfreude kind of laugh.
To kill, to break one's spirit.
Thinking about how Philip Shaw had heard Aldana Candi say the same thing before inexplicably satisfied him.
