"Killer?" His chuckle was like a punch to my ego. No words needed to know that he was belittling me. He knew that I was nothing compared to him. "I'm not a killer, lady." He licked his lips and combed his hair. Amused by my statement. The way he declared that he wasn't a killer made me believe it too. But I know what the truth is. He looked at me and mockingly raised a brow. As though telling me that what I was thinking about is false. Whatever it is. "We're not killers. No man has the right to take another man's life." He shook his head. "What we do is push them over that edge." He waved his finger at me. "Then..." I gulped. His metaphors were strangely scarier than their true meaning. "Then it's for them to decide." He looked away from me and smiled. "It's for them to decide whether to waste their life or not." His eyes twinkled as he said so. I wanted to snort. Is he really patronizing people's deaths? He looked back at me and winked. I wanted to gag. "We're just the instigators." He declared with a shrug.