Chapter One Hundred and Seventy- One
"But for you," she added softly, "you can call me the Devil of justice."
The color drained from his face.
It happened slowly, like fear needed time to decide where to settle. His mouth fell open. His eyes flicked to the broken furniture again, then back to her, as if the room itself had turned against him. His fingers twitched around the plastic bags in his hands.
Asli watched it all.
The tremor in his shoulders, his shallow breaths, and the way his body began to lean away from her without him realizing it.
Yes, this was the reaction she needed. She felt it fueling her.
"Y-you…" His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. "You're… you're with the police?"
The sound that left her throat wasn't kind. It was soft, amused, and almost delighted.
"The police?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Oh no." She took more steps closer, her boots crunching over the woods this time. "You should fear me far more than the police."
