Click—!
Seraphine's lighter snapped shut, a thin curl of smoke fading into the air. She exhaled slowly, her expression unreadable behind her sunglasses.
The giant shifted beside her, scratching the back of his head. "Ah, I really wasn't planning to kill him. Just wanted to see what he had. He looked… promising."
Her head tilted slightly, just enough for him to feel the weight of her silence.
"See? That's the problem," she said at last, her voice even, almost casual. "If you 'test' him, he ends up broken. Even if he survives, we gain nothing except attention we don't need."
The giant frowned. "So you're mad about that?"
Seraphine shook her head, slipping the lighter back into her clutch. "No. Not that."
His brows drew together. "…Then what? You sick of me already?"
That earned him a sharp laugh—short, amused, and dangerous. "Don't flatter yourself. You're useful enough, when you listen."
He grunted, folding his arms. "Then what's got you like this?"
