Georgien looked at me with wide eyes, filled with shock. It was as if he can't even comprehend my words. Did I say in Spanish? Or Urdu? Or Latin? Why is he looking at me with such eyes? This look is offending me in various ways.
Alas, it saddens my heart, you know. And a sad heart isn't good for me, which I clearly understand... but it's worse for others.
"Did you hear what I said just now? If yes, then why are you looking at me with such eyes? Come on, Georgien—I am sure that you aren't so naïve. Here—this place is the place—sacred place, the way—where I took your son's virginity." I gave them a sweet smile. "Don't test my patience, you two. I am saying something so respond accordingly."
The air stilled as I narrowed my eyes at them. I chug down some more liquor, sitting on the table.
