Ariana could not believe what she had just heard. Did Zavren just say that? She tried to think—how does this man even think? It was like his thoughts were his own, carried in a way completely opposite from what anyone would call normal. He was different. No one knew what was going through his head, and that was what made him scary in every possible haunting way.
Zavren finally stood.
"My wife will handle the rest," he spoke with grace as he began to leave. The place fell silent, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for him to leave. Just as the door closed, they let out the breath they never knew they were holding. The chilling atmosphere lightened a little as Ariana's father spoke softly.
"It gives me great joy to see your husband treat you well. That was all I asked for, and that is all that matters."
Ariana raised a brow.
'What's with the poetic words?' she wondered but still nodded.
Ava managed a tight smile.
