Jun-ho tensed up, but he didn't pull away.
— What about him?
— He's obsessed with Mila — Salin continued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
Salin propped himself up slightly on his elbow, being careful not to wake the boy.
— What if we use that?
Jun-ho's brow furrowed.
— Use it how?
— As bait. — Salin's eyes gleamed with strategy. — He can't find me, right? But what if Mila "appeared"? What if she arranged a meeting? He'd come running. He's obsessed.
Jun-ho stared at Salin for a long moment. His expression wasn't one of approval. It was a cold shock.
— You think he wants Mila because he likes her? — Jun-ho asked, his voice dangerously calm.
— Well... it's a sick obsession, obviously. But it's desire. He wants to possess her.
Jun-ho let out a short laugh, entirely devoid of humor. The sound was so dry it seemed to crack the air. He sat up beside Salin.
— Don't be naive, Sali.
Salin scowled, offended.
— Hey, I'm not naive. I know he's a pervert, but...
