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I looked at her with a condescendingly pointed gaze. I purposely didn't open the lights, hoping that it might be enough for her to trip since I know that she wouldn't be taking those boots off.

While I had those thoughts in mind, I saw the tea that Aunt Gela gave me, so I heated up some water and served the tea to Veronica. I saw that she had already taken the liberty to sit on a chair near my bed with her hands resting on the table. That was when I noticed that her nails have also been painted black.

”We only have tea. Don't like it, don't drink it.” I said while putting the teacups on the table in a rather rude way, making some of the tea spills on the table.

Veronica saw this with a dumbfounded look on her face before chuckling. She then took the tea and sipped it, leaving a black kiss mark on the area where her lips had just touched. ”How did you know that I like tea?”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

”I don't.” I then sat on a much shittier chair in front of her and sipped the tea. It's still just as good as I remembered before gazing at Veronica's countenance, which was now taking her glasses off. ”You look awfully black.”

Veronica then looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze. ”That sounds awfully racist.” She said, still with a slight smile plastered on her face, but I could a hint of animosity on her gaze.

I scoffed as I looked away from her. ”I don't care.” I then took another sip of my tea, which gave me more courage somehow. ”So how can I help you, Veronica?”

”I came here to welcome you to my family,” Veronica said as she placed her right hand on her chest. ”The Plural Heights family.”

”Well, you already did what you wanna do. You can get out of here once you finish that cup.” I said before yawning loudly, not caring about her presence at all.

”What's the rush, my new son?” Veronica uttered with a broad grin on her face as if she was saying those words to mock me. She then looked at the area beside the bed, and because of a square-shaped dust mark around that area, one could quickly determine that something must have been removed from that place, although it was already sitting at that spot for a long time. ”So, I see that you removed your air-conditioner.”

”What?” I said with a raised eyebrow, not knowing what she's talking about.

”That.” She said while pointing at the square-shaped dust mark on the floor. ”That must have been where your air-conditioner once stood.”

”Not working anymore, so I junked it,” I said, still not wanting her to see that I can be lured by her psycho mumbo-jumbo again.

”I see.” She said while nodding with a smile that seemed to have indicated that she knows everything, and I mean, everything. ”Do you know why I am so adamant at recruiting you to my humble group of soul-enthusiasts, my dear son?”

I scoffed after hearing her say that incest-sounding kink bullshit again. Nonetheless, I didn't want to prolong this conversation anymore, so I just a word as a response, ”Why?”

”Because I need men like you. Strong-willed men. The kind of people that wouldn't bow in the presence of authority, no matter how high that hurdle might be. I need a person who could manage to break through any sort of powers that would wish to muddle their head with brain damage.” She then stopped to give herself some time to cross her legs, pointing the tip of her left boot at me. ”I came here because I know that you are one such person.”

Eh?

Weird ass bitch.

”So you need broken people? Losers? What? You go all over the country to recruit misfits?” I said with such an unrefined tone that one could only perceive as pure mockery.

However, this didn't faze Veronica.

She shook her head with the usual cheeky smile that she always has. ”Leaders.” She utters, reverberating throughout the atmosphere as the thunder suddenly roared down from the murky skies. ”What I need are leaders like you.”

And as I gazed at Veronica's bright expression with her hands extended towards me, the rain suddenly fell, filling the air with an unbearable coldness that filled me with nothing but sheer terror. Nonetheless, the dark lady in front of me is, ironically, the only thing that shines amid my darkened room.