From the start, Elliot was confident and had a clear conscience of his plan; there was no way he would put them all in jeopardy. Fortunately, he could do it alone.
But then it still happened, like the odds weren't in his favor.
"Well?" Anasthasia tapped her foot; every thud demanded an increase of the beat of his heart.
To his dismay, he avoided their gazes. "I said I could do—"
"Look at me. Don't tell me you still have this kind of habit?"
His shoulder shuddered as she was spot on; he blew out softly before uttering, "I had a proposition to Her Majesty, the Queen, that I could offer better services than those mediocre to accomplish her objectives."
"How did Eleanor believe your words?" She crossed her arms, and the taps went upbeat than it was before.
"Sometimes, the more you talk, the more it's less credible. I'd rather show her."
Her eyes widened as though she realized something was amiss. "You mean, those artifacts from—"
