"I'll tell you the other two later," Yosan said briefly.
He hadn't decided yet.
Seeing he wouldn't get anything more, Setan turned to leave. "If you're not saying, then I'm going."
Yosan glanced at Zena. "Aren't you going to greet her?"
This male seemed unusually indifferent. Yet Zena had claimed things were progressing well.
Zena lifted her lips into a charming smile. "Ah, that's just how he is. Rigid and cold. Especially in front of others, he always keeps his distance from me."
Though she appeared composed, her heart was anything but steady.
He hadn't exposed her just now. Would he stay silent?
She had briefly considered changing her story, but that might raise Yosan's suspicion.
"I'm just naturally cold," Setan said flatly. His gaze shifted to Zena. "Coming?"
Relief flickered through her. "Does the Great Shaman have any other orders?"
"No. You may go," Yosan replied.
