"... please don't kill me!"
Claude's eyes shook, seeing the confusion in her eyes. Did she ask him who he was upon seeing his face? So, did that mean she knew that felon's face?
"A proxy?" she scoffed, lifting the dagger in his throat while still studying him. He didn't seem he was lying unless he was an excellent actor.
"Someone approached me and offered me to pretend as someone! Please believe me! I just need money. That's why I accepted!" he exclaimed in a panic, trembling in fear while giving her that desperate look. "If only I knew it will be this dangerous, I wouldn't do it!"
"Who asked you to come here?" came out a stern voice.
"I don't know! They were wearing a cloak! I was told not to ask questions and come in here!"
The woman studied his pale complexion and the desperation in his eyes. She could feel his body vibrate against her and this was something not anyone could fake.
