"A big catch! They're here now! Let's present them to the Desolate Ravine!" The man, whom she compared as Chad. roared out of the men who seemed to be under him.
Inside the caravan, she gazed at Jonathan, beckoning a signal they were in the right direction.
"I never thought out of all people, it would've been Lady Mystique herself who would come all the way to us like some divine providence."
His comment and the smug smirk seemed enough to rile them up to anger, most especially Keith, who started to squirm but left to struggle in futile with the bindings that tightened him.
However, she was there, giving them a side glance to remind them never to blow up the plan she had in mind and compromise it— for all they had to do was endure, even for a moment in time.
"Not answering, eh? Like the rumors said, very calm and collected, even in danger."
