The pounding did not stop which only meant that this was not a joke. "I should . ." Marilyn muttered as she stared at the door and then proceeded to get up slowly and did not take her eyes off of it.
"Stop!" I hissed at her and then stared back at the door. It was too dangerous for any of us to open the door at the moment. Who knew what was behind that door.
I stood up and walked to the door and Merilyn walked behind me. "Who is it?" I asked in a low yet firm voice. I was a bit scared too.
"Messenger." He answered immediately and I recognized his voice immediately. He was the ground that was with me when I went into the market of flash and when I was again escorted to the healer. He was the messenger?
I opened the door and narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you doing here, in the middle of the night? It does not portray a good image for any of us." For him, I was a lady belonging to a high house, so I had to keep it that way.
