"I see..." James replied with that cryptic smile of his.
That smile. I swear, even now, it lingers in my head like a carved brand that refuses to fade away. It wasn't just an ordinary smile... it was sharp and cutting, like the edge of a blade held against the throat. A smile that felt unnatural, wrong, yet perfectly controlled. To anyone else it might've looked harmless, maybe even charming. But to me? It was the kind of grin that reeked of danger. The kind of smile that belonged to someone who would burn the world down if it meant getting what they wanted. It wasn't the smile of a friend, nor even of an enemy—it was the smile of a demon in human skin, testing how much destruction he could cause before anyone dared to stop him.
"Well," he continued, the corner of his lips never faltering, "I guess that sounds really promising. If he's doing good, then I suppose there's no need for me to worry."
