ARYA

Daxton knew exactly how to get under my skin, and I hated him for it. I'd just informed him of my plan to torture him to death, yet, there he was, smiling at me like a puppy awaiting his treat.

"Do you really not value your life?" I asked him, and he shrugged.

"I've lived for too long. Life has simply lost its meaning." His voice held undertones of melancholy even though he tried to hide it under a guise of nonchalance.

I squinted at him, curious. Just how old was he? I ...