"Oh hey." Grey said with a grin. "This must be what the red pillers on the internet are always talking about. Do you want me for my money now?"
Megan's eyes almost seemed to retreat. The woman didn't move at all, but she suddenly wanted to look anywhere but at Grey. She remembered that Grey had made a pass at her that she completely ignored a few hours ago, was he holding a grudge?
"Hey, hey, I'm just joking around."
Grey was speechless when he saw the visible sigh of relief on Megan's features. This woman was something else. Maybe she had just ignored him before because she was just that shy in general.
Either that or the fact they were about to fight to the death.
'Semantics.'
The funny thing about Megan was that she wasn't exactly his type. She was definitely older than him—well, a lot of people he came across these days were older than him. He had yet to come across another teenager.
Actually, he wasn't sure how old Amunet was. But he refused to think about that woman.
