If I expected sympathy from Adrian, he shows none. His expression remains the same. “What was the favor she asked of you?” “What?” “You said she asked you for a favor. What was it?” “Why do you want to know?” “Tell me.” “N-no.” He narrows his eyes. “Why not?” “Because I’m not proud of it.” “You said it didn’t succeed.” “I wanted it to. I guess that’s what counts for me.”
