Rosalia — POV
I stared at the smiling man in front of me with pure rage and hatred.
His smile was nothing like Henry's sly, fox-like grin. For the first time, the thought crossed my mind that the deceitful fox's smile was actually beautiful—at least compared to this one.
"Miss, you really shouldn't stare at men with such a tempting look," he said lightly. "Didn't that man teach you any manners…?"
Teach me?
What did he mean by teach me? And where, exactly, was I looking at him seductively? Wasn't it obvious that I wished I could tear his body apart and throw it to the zombies to feast on?
"Boss, are we really just running away like this?" another voice cut in. "We should've beaten that arrogant bastard and taught him a lesson."
The speaker was a man who appeared to be a little older—perhaps in his forties.
