"Come with me," Charles Mcintosh cast her a glance.
He was taller, looking down on her, exuding a dominance that surpassed hers.
Lilac Serval normally had a strong presence but next to Charles McIntosh, she seemed somewhat diminished.
Almost without hesitation, Lilac Serval agreed.
Charles Mcintosh walked ahead and Lilac Serval followed behind.
At the door, Charles McIntosh seemed ready to continue walking, but Lilac Serval remained unmoving, her arms folded as she leaned against the door, an eyebrow raised in his direction.
Outside was colder than inside, the northern wind was fierce.
"Brother McIntosh, if you have something to say, just say it. I still need to go in and have a drink," Lilac Serval's expression was indifferent.
The dim light illuminated her face ambiguously, her eyes murky and unfathomable.
Charles McIntosh halted and gazed at her.
"Who taught you to drink and smoke? Huh?" Charles McIntosh's eyes narrowed, a shattered chill lurking within them.
