King's face is so serious, like he's asking a real question. It shouldn't ruffle my feathers, but it does. Being around King is like standing in the path of a tsunami. He's the force of nature that causes all the destruction. It's in his eyes, the way he carries himself, and in his attitude. His name says it all-King.
I'm so tired of all of this and it's only been five days. Glancing at the food on my plate I give him the truth. "I'm a human weakling without ambition. I could happily stay at my job, put in ten-hour days, and read at night to keep myself entertained." I glance at his face again and this time hold his stare.
"You're dangerous," King mutters almost under his breath.
I refuse to back down. "Why?" I ask because I really want to know why he thinks as he does.
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