The warehouse was thick with tension with only light came from a flickering tube above, casting sharp shadows over Ren, who sat tied to a metal chair. His hands were tied tightly to the armrests with reinforced wire.
Silver stood in front of him, her blonde hair glinting faintly under the weak light. Her tone was flat, almost bored. "This wasn't part of the deal, boy," she muttered, eyes narrowing slightly.
Ren leaned back, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well," he said softly, "you managed to escape Lan Xue's grasp… and those other women that were following her. So this should be a piece of cake for you, right?"
His tone was teasing, casual—like someone who didn't care he was tied up.
Silver's brows lifted. "Why am I even doing this for you?"
Ren chuckled under his breath. "Isn't this payback? For me sleeping with you?"
Silver crossed her arms, sighing through her nose. "Maybe I shouldn't have, if this is how you treat someone who helps you."
