Chapter Thirty-Six – A safe place or a prison
"On how much patience I have left after you finish this hoax conversation of yours."
Angel inhaled slowly. "You don't like being questioned."
"I don't like being interrogated by someone wearing pink pyjamas in my house."
"These are your pyjamas."
"They're not mine. They're yours."
Angel stood up again. Slowly. Stepping toward him cautiously.
Nadir didn't move.
Angel stared at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
"You're trying to intimidate me by standing," he said, not really taking her serious.
"No," she said. "I'm trying to see if you'll flinch when I stand."
"I don't flinch, have no reason to flinch."
"That's a lie," she whispered, leaning closer.
"Everyone flinches."
Nadir's eyes sharpened slightly. "You want to test my limits? Fine."
Angel stared at him quietly.
He placed the tea cup down on the table and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.
"You want to make me talk ?" he said. "Let's talk then."
