I stood up abruptly and looked at him seriously. Shit. Why do I always end up meeting people who want to kill me?! Am I really destined to die? He is Prince Quillan Evangelista Ferrer, a boy who likes cats. To him, a cat's life is worth more than a human's. He looks kind… but looks can lie.
"What are you doing with my cat?" he asked, his voice serious. Tsk.
"It came to me on its own," I said flatly.
"Clover doesn't like humans." And I don't like monsters like you either.
"Then I guess I'm not human." I smirked. He froze at my words. "Don't worry. I won't take your cat away from you." I walked past him, but as I did, something strange washed over me—something I couldn't quite explain. ⸻
