After he left the river bank, Joaquin went into a room that humans could call an office. There are scrolls on the shelf against the walls and everything in the room looks expensive antiques. Even the desk and other pieces of furniture looked really expensive.
Joaquin sat on a long divan while sipping his wine. Marisol came into the room and noticed his foul mood.
“I heard you found her, why the long face?” she asked.
“She said she rather be the Nagās’ meal than be saved by me,” he grumbled.
Marisol chuckled after she heard his reason for being in a foul mood. He then glared at her before speaking.
“What is funny about that?!”
“She must have hated you so much,” she said as she took a seat across from him.
“She hates you for deceiving her and for kidnapping her. Well, anyone would be
