"How do you know that, Master Ian?" At the time Carmen and Vella didn't see what had transpired between Lady Monica, the countess, and her. Yet Ian was able to hit the guess with a try.
"Lady Monica hated people who are not born with a title and her twisted hobby as you see is demanding one's worth." explained Ian. "You have an excellent memory, puppy. Recall what she had said to you now."
"Me?" her words came out before her mind could process.
"There is no one here other than me and you." He said, in the darkness with little lights made by the lantern which was hanged on the corner of the carriage's roof, his scarlet eyes glowed like amber.
