#Chapter 162: Zavros, Are We Friends?

“I don’t need you,” I say.

He smirks. It seems to say, You’re here, aren’t you?

Overconfident bastard.

He’s so confident he doesn’t even acknowledge my comment, other than his smirk. He just lets my words linger out there in the open. And the longer they hang there, the more ridiculous they seem.

Truthfully, maybe I just wanted to snap back and distance mysel