#Chapter8
HIS POOR LUXURY LIFE
Emaya was petrified as her bulging eyes met with his blazing eyes.
/"At this time? Are you insane?/" Ash said in an extremely cold and deepest voice possible, glaring at her.
The black hooded boy’s intense glare was exceptionally menacing. He looks even scarier when he’s angry.
If he wasn’t wearing the head band, Emaya would have noticed the bulging veins on his forehead.
Emaya’s breath quickened as she used every muscle in her body to stifle a whimper.
/"I-... no I’m,/" She stuttered but words failed to come out of her mouth.
Ash’s death glare shifted to the beer bottles, Emaya was holding in her hand.
/"Go and drink somewhere else!/" he made a disgusted face.
Emaya’s heart trembled as she tried to speak. She could only open her mouth to find that even words had deserted her.
/"No- it’s... it’s-/"